We All Bleed

Blood spills onto our streets too much.

The streets were once safely kept

but now they're permanently stained

with cries, sirens, and death. 

The harrowing cold of the family house,

the unforgiving breeze sweeps through doors.

Open your eyes we told them,

but they didn't listen or mourn.

The more they don't listen

the more red falls down our cheeks.

We bleed too

into pools on broken streets.

They quickly formed sides

but all failed to care

about that woman they lost

they didn't feel the country's tear.

They need to take a second

we need some time to breathe,

and let the family of this woman grieve

instead of being ripped piece by piece.

This is the cost of our hate,

our division, and our lack of love.

The cost of our inability to accept 

that ignorance we must rise above.

Don't let justice fade

keep our love alive

the more we hate and the more we divide

the more blood spills between our eyes.