Protesting

They shot a boy the other day not far from where I live killed him in cold blood they wonder what he feared they say his hands were in the air reaching for the sky but that never stopped the policeman from making his bullets fly seven shots rang out then there was a pause and two more shot were made as if there were not any laws I went to the neighborhood just a short walk away and I joined all the protesters while the world watched and weighed some were looking for attention from the whole wide world and did I forget to mention the want to be Martins and Malcolm's opportunist who've waited all their lives for that white man to kill that poor black boy but join the people, I must follow their parade, I must play the role, I must because it matters we marched and so did the white opportunist who were there enjoying the cameras one has to wonder how many Martins and Malcolm's were there really?