morning splintered, br justice stinks like the br dried blood on the concrete walls br of an abandoned building. br you call this America! br lives wrapped in color, br in calloused hands. br standing in line br for a loaf of bread. br a bullet, a token, br a fresh covered grave, br you call this America! br you wear your god in sunday best, br throw words and prayers br into a bottomless well. br afraid of your shadows, br you arm yourselves, br you call this America! br the hands of take flex br and shout... br while dirt faced children br stand with mouths agape. br mothers die, and brothers are killed. br sisters sold on the block br beneath colored lights...