Broken World, Torn Apart by Pride

A wave crashes against the moonlit shore,
As the sounds echo against its sandy floor.
The sorrowful sounds a young man’s cries,
Along with the fools who tell their foolish lies.

So there the man lies, broken and bloody,
While the fools simply laugh, loud and cruelly.
He lay on the street, fastened down by bullets.
The siren blares from an ambulance in the distance.

The fools gather ‘round, composing their tale,
“We were minding our business, clean as a white sail.
Then these men came down, with their guns ablaze,
And this poor young man couldn’t get out of the way.”

They helped him into the vehicle, to seal their fraud.
The ambulance sped off, disappearing into the fog.
The fools ran away, boastful and proud
For what they had done to the poor man on the ground.

The man lies in the emergency room, doctors begin to crowd.
To tear away from that helpless man, Death's solemn shroud.
They removed the bullets, sent shocks through his heart, and
The line went flat . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Just what was the cause of this heinous crime, you ask?
His skin was slightly darker than the skin behind their prideful masks.
They killed him without thought or care to who he truly was.
They simply judged by how he looked, not by what he does.

How long will this world stay, wrapped in evil and despair?
How long must we live in fear of prejudice's freezing glare?
The time that rids this world of all that corrupts liberty,
Will not be until the Lord comes to set this world free.