A man walks past a broken yard
He sees something, A work of art.

He sees equality.
All People as one.
He sees hope.
Like a new world has begun

He walks past the times.
Of hostility and pain.
As he walks past he finds.
Racism still grows its mane.

A racist slur invades his thoughts
He dreams and dreams of when it will stop.
But his anger grows louder and he raises his tone.
He stands up, knowing he is all alone.
Thinking he can create a world, called his home.
He waits a second before he can say.

“I had enough of this for one day.
As his words came out, a man pulled out a gun.
He pulled the trigger, ending the revolution that had just begun.