Trayvon's Ballad

The rain fell softly on his head
So he put up his hood
Another young black boy
No one understood

He never knew someone was watching
Sitting in their car
Secretly plotting
So he kept on walking

His hands buried in his pockets
Holding onto his skittles and a sweet tea
To wash it down with
But the man in the car didn't know
He was barely seventeen
Not that he cared
To him, he was the ultimate enemy

Not aware of the steps behind him
Or even of the man at all
He didn't even know that on this day
He would take his last fall
Or that he would leave behind a legacy
For us all