All he did was go out and protest
He felt that he had the right to do so,
But it got heated and tempers were raised
He just stayed on the fringes out of the way,
But in the clashes a truncheon came down on his head
And as he lay on the ground and bled,
They did nothing to help him so he met his death
Just another black man dead and there was no regret,
The police closed ranks, and the government did too
The media did their best to make him out to thug like and cruel,
Just another young black man
And his family would get no justice,
In this world if your the wrong colour then you get punished.
fauxcroft 