Marching Of the Drum

Location

49006
United States
42° 18' 3.8736" N, 85° 37' 59.5524" W

The Guards were out
The people screamed
In this world so cold it couldn't be foreseen
The nine brave and power human beings
That wouldn't bow to the segregation machine
They marched to their own drum
Hurt and scared it was no fun
With knives and shanks they had to run
But to come excelling in school the war will be won
With father time and Thurgood it had to be done
The Little Rock Nine
Their beliefs so divine
After all the turmoil and strain
The toughest of terrains
Only warriors could survive
Now you look around the class
All relieved at last
Equality and opportunity in a ceremonial clash
The battle was rigorous
But the war was done
Black and white kids playing on the playground having fun
We could all learn a lesson of their era in time
United marching to the beat of the drum
Of the Little Rock Nine

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