Heartbroken

I’m a poet
And I know it
Yeah, I got the rhymes to show it

I write songs like the birds
Man, I can’t get enough of these words

But sometimes, things just happen
And my hands, they stop their clappin’

Some things knock the breath straight out of you
And I must admit, I haven’t got a clue
What to say when the people are dying in the streets

What can I say when people are dying in the streets
At the hands meant most to serve and protect