I sail away into the sky
As I stare down below
My home destroyed and family dead
Now to heaven I go
But none will talk of how I died
No cameras are at the scene
No weeping eyes or mourning hearts
Why don’t they cry for me?
Because I'm in a far away land?
My skin is different, I guess
Is that why no one thinks of me
Does this make me any less?
Does this make me any less?
Today I died – a stray bullet they said
My body resting by a tree
I’m just as precious, just as sweet
Why does no one cry for me?
-with liberty and justice for all?
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