“Let me do it,” he said, As she reached for the phone. “I got it,” she declined, With a sneer and mocking tone. That text could have waited, The song they listened to was fine. She didn’t have to change it- She could have seen the sign But now, they’re in black. Trying somehow to fill the gaps, Trying to not be overwhelmed, But perhaps- That’s what has to happen for change to occur. He was just being helpful It was only natural for him When he saw the flat tire But not the lights, red and dim. Both hands on the wheel, You can see by the scars. The ones that went through the windshield, Are now wrongly behind bars. And now, they’re in black. While his wife’s world will collapse. Trying to not be overwhelmed, But perhaps- That’s what has to happen for change to occur. She’ll never go back To that fast food chain For even just the smell Can remind her of the pain That one little fry That small sip of tea Costed someone else A life full of glee So now, she’s in black. While she listens to the taps Trying to not be overwhelmed, But perhaps- That’s what has to happen for change to occur. “Son,” father said, “I saw in the news, Another life was lost, And yet another one bruised.” “Be careful out there, Put your phone down. Keep your eyes on the road, Don’t clown around.” I replied with a smile As I picked up my keys “You’ve never taught me otherwise, You can be at ease.” But the sad truth is, It wasn’t his fault. The others are to blame. For they didn’t see the news And they weren’t overwhelmed. So change? It never came.