The sun is shining brightly
The birds are singing
The day is peaceful
At least for this small moment
In seconds the peace will end
The street will fill with people
The birds will sigh
The sun will hide
Because on the ground there is a hat
A little boys red and black hat
Around the hat is a pool of blood
His forgotten bike lays on its side
The colored boy lays limp and motionless
He wore that hat because it was his favorite
He didn't realize it was the wrong color
At least where he lived it was
He didn't see the boys with the gun
He didn't know what he had done wrong
His mother comes to weep by his side
She can't understand the injustice
He was only a little boy, after all
Just a boy wearing daddies hag
His dad died as a police officer
He had worn that hat to the ball games
The ones he and his son went to together
The boy wore the hat to remember him
If only he knew it was the wrong color
If only color didn't matter
If only they realized he was only a boy
If only, if only
But now it is all said and done
Color matters and nothing else
Sometimes when you live where he lived
Nothing matters, just the colors