Who was listening on August 9th, 2014 when the shots rang out. 

Who was listening when his last breath was felt. 

Who was listening as the buildings were torched 

The streets littered with destruction of all sorts.

 

The trigger was set long before it was pulled.

Two souls collide, in a world based on gold.

The plain truth is out there for all of us to see.

In this land of freedom, whom

among us is free.

 

A meaningless death, for a senseless crime.

Who was listening when he fought his unseen foe. 

Who was listening for the anger of a lifetime of woe, 

Rules all rigged, colored

by history and time

 

Who was listening for the real truth untold.

That the color of ones skin, ones life does it mold. 

Who was listening for the voices of unrest. 

Who was listening when we failed

our current test.

 

Who was listening when justice was no longer just. 

A young man's dying, still jars us, it must.

He was born, with a color that would shape his life. 

A world filled to the brim with

meaningless strife.

 

For the war on justice is forever ongoing.

To reap the harvest,  we must have the sowing.

The inequality was seem for just a moment in time. 

We have a choice to view it and

make up our minds.

 

The streets are quiet now in the town of Ferguson Missouri. 

People begin to go about their business, no one now in a hurry. 

It is time we see with our souls and not with our eyes.

So our world can be free and where

no one must die.