There’s a protest
She said
And I asked her what for
Justice?
Peace?
Same as before?
Um, no
She replied
A smile turned to frown
Not in this place
Not in this town
One side wrong
One side right
It’s ever so easy
When there’s black
And there’s white
How can they riot?
How can they hate?
Why do they shout
Instead of debate?
Stupid question
She said
Why march the same day?
I nodded
I agreed
Though I felt the same way
