If I say a murder of crows
I’m not talking about an actual murder.
You’re not talking about actual crows.
Just ragged black shapes on a white ground
And one shape that will be murdered in six seconds.
Why does it matter what the protest is about
Look at the faces, look at the skin color, hear them shout
La gente, unido, jamas sera vencido.
But I can’t see their faces
Just ragged feet on a white ground
Moving in the same direction, marching, flying
Like crows without wings.