I see it on the television screen,
I just can?t seem to hide,
It shows the most horrific scene,
Of no time let to bide.
It?s a war of races,
The kind no one can win,
It?s a sea of faces,
Every reason a sin.
There is a face on the set,
That of a little boy,
He?s the profit of a bet,
Men who thought him as a toy.
I see it every day,
It?s like a song on the streets,
To some, it?s a game to play,
See who gets the most beats.
You see it?s pretty bad,
When different races fight,
With children always sad,
And grownups never right.