Hunted

We are being Hunted! Our sons, More than our daughters Our mothers, Less than our fathers By the hunters, We've been made into a sport, at their discretion, Not served with protection, But, sent Straight to the grave, By Black & White transport. We stand at their command. We stop. We drop. We comply. We die. Still... Hunted.... & Endangered.... Not safe, Living in skin, Righteous within, But viewed as a sin.... Therefore hunted, Once again. Going to church... Hunted. Going to work... Hunted. Having dinner... Hunted. Enjoying life... Hunted. Because how dare we Not fit the stereotype. Hair, styled. Temperament, mild. Lips, smiled. Body, undefiled. Degrees, compiled. And, Still profiled. Still endangered. Still hunted. R.I.P. Mr. Crutcher.