The Days Turn
We Try To Find
Days Continue
The Toll To Spine
Weak We Feel
The Days Vanished
Time Escaped
The Tortured Gashes
Mental Anguish
Now Rivals So
The Physical Afflictions
Head To Head, Row
Turn We Look
Have We Notice
They Come In Busses
Bring Us Closer
The Same Gangs
The Same Colors
Segregated Elderly
To One Another
Why Did We Spend?
So Much Lost
To Desegregate
In The End Not