歌词
Move On, What Then? for Breonna Taylor
Sitting in the dark
On a bright… crisp… fall day
Holed up, away.
The worms crawling in and out
Telling myself it doesn't matter.
All the plans
Hopes, dreams
Goals, schemes
Controlled… by a virus.
All of it dashed
Put aside, put up
Put away, put back
By what…
A thing so small
Is it even real?
Will it kill you?
Kill me?
All of us?
And if it doesn't
If it abates
If it's squashed
Forgotten…
If we herd it outta here
Put away the masks
Eat up the extra cans of beans
Unlock our doors
Grab a big hug, kiss
Join again in crowds
Meet for drinks, coffee, lunch
Hop on planes
Get… Back… Out
Ignore the fires
Storms
Men in office
Bank accounts
Ignore the oceans, streams
Ignore the news…
Another young black man, shot down
Breonna Taylor… no knock… shot…
Six, or was it seven times?
If we move on
All of us, move on?
What then?
Written by: Andre Knight, Angela Cotton
