A little boy, bruised and battered;
Nothing in his life will ever matter.
Kindness, to him, a four letter word.
Goodness, in his mind, completely absurd.

A business woman, again passed by,
Again told the common lie.
"He was more qualified," they say to her.
But they don�t say what the qualifications were.

A black man of thirty, scandalously accused-
Civil and human rights abused.
A fair trial for him, not a chance.
It is too frequent a circumstance.

Another young girl, mentally raped;
Running from a past she cannot escape.
The words and actions cut and sting,
In every crack in her voice they ring.

		A boy who might have been big someday,
		A doctor, a lawyer-it is hard to say.
		Now a drunk and slovenly man
		Living on the street and out of a can.

		A budding exec, primed to rise,
		Looked down upon through men�s eyes.
		She lingers helplessly on the bottom rung
		Waiting for a promotion that will never come.

		A once community leader, now in prison.
		Sentenced to death, a white jury�s decision.
		A wife and two kids without a spouse or father,
		No one to help, no one will bother.

		A wonderful and beautiful, amazing young woman
		Shrouded by memories of wreck and ruin.
		Untrusting of those who try to help,
		Unable to love, sadly, even herself.