Where is the compassion
Where is ones heart when watching a man bleed to death
To hear the child call out to her mother
I'm here for you mommy
If she was five
If just that age
Why
Oh why
To have our fellow humans
Be treated in such an inhuman manner
We are hunting each other
For what
What is the end result of such increadible hateful racist behavior
Why did that child sit and be worried about her mommy
The men are dead
In two days
Just like that
And not any officer to help him not bleed out
What is wrong with the police in this country
I worked along side many of them
For many years
And there is the unspoken behavior
The rules in house
Rather then follow the books
The law as they were taking that test
Then the ones who by putting on the uniform
a change happens
And not for the better
I have heard in certain groups
Especially during my waitress years
And in the end working for my then town of fourty six years
I live in a predominatly Hispanic and dark complex not necessarily black live in fear
My history growing up as a child
Born in South Africa Durban
Exposed to separate ways for the black and white
Nothing has changed
Strip us all of our color
We are human
Here to love and be loved in return
We cannot do that
We are judged by our color
Weight
Smell
Status
Religion
Beliefs
Money
Money
Money
Age
Mental illness
The sick
When the child is born
What does that child need to make it
The love of one another
Will we ever be at a place where love rules
Not hate
But love rules
Where is the compassion
They are born into what is taught
This time I don't think it's going to be that easy
Sadness so deep
Done
Me