Wrong Or Wright
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For Daunte Wright
Lost to his future
Stolen from his safety
Sent out to the world
Through his tragic end
Daunte was Wright
In a world gone so wrong
Mother hears final moments
Of a son she loved with
A Grandson to inherit
Mistakes in a past that
Might allow second chances
If humanity hadn’t painted
Them so dark
There’s less laughter now
There’s more rage
There’s another Daunte out there
Growing without a father
To root them in this Earth
To raise them above the hate
They’ll encounter on the way
A child forever bound to their pain
Bindings still, in the cycle of centuries
And a news cycle that will churn it
Every anniversary of his death
Ringing injustice in ears for eternity
Countries bound by fear breed
Accidents that aren’t accidental
Born in a system
That was always going to kill
A child like Daunte
