A tribute to the vctims, who died a meaninless death,

to the parents who still suffer, over the innocent blood shed.

A young woman will never trust anything or anyone.

Because it was taken from her as she looked down the barrel of a gun.

OUTCRY!

To the dear old woman crippled by old age,

robbed of her savings and the guilty got away.

A man of different color targeted one day,

beaten bloody, teeth knocked out because he wasn't the same.

OUTCRY!

You might think I'm wrong to bring up such wretched subjects,

but I can't blanket my eyes and pretend it might go away.

As a society we must do something to stop all these wretched things,

because together we can stand up and say we won't take it anymore.