Civil Righjts Movement

Fighting hatred killing War

It takes all these horrible things to go down 

For the white man to come to my town

And say “we need your help with working in factories”

At first I was a little doubtful about it but it was more pay

But in the back of my mind I knew it would go brae 

And now I board a train leaving everything I know behind 

Hoping to go to a new place to call home where I’m not confined 

The sacrifices that was made

Gone and never knowing if I’ll see them again

No phone calls or text messages invented nothing  to communicate to them with

 It’s been 1 month since I’ve been here

And from what I hear from my ear 

is “if we can’t make them leave well have to disappear “

So some left, others storming in with raids of destruction 

Taking some and killing others 

Not thinking about sons, mothers, and brothers 

Praying for it to end 

Putting my trust in god

But it’s too slow and idk

Whether or not he exist anymore

Not because I don’t believe but 

How could he just leave so many bodies on the floor and not help out

My brothers and sisters getting hung up

And seeing this go on hurts worse than 5 sets of push ups

But as I push up I see the kkk in disguise 

I begin to sympathize 

for the people getting brutally beat 

By men that are supposed to protect us but deceit

All of a sudden I see myself at their feet 

With my blood all over the street 

When all I was trying to do was walk home

But got lost in a wonderland like Alice

Just was trying to watch how messed up they treat us, now I’m getting tossed around like salad

You But all I did was watch not trying to get caught up

 Now I’m in the situation getting beat up

  After the incident I haven’t been looking at what’s been going on because I know first hand 

Years have gone by and I haven’t made one white friend

I have a job working in factories 

Constantly working like an unlimited supply of batteries

But the war is done now

And I don’t understand how

The soldiers can return and say they want their jobs back

Their favorite thing to say was “how could people ever think of letting them work in factories because they’re black”

Black people belong in the south 

they should be slaves 

Or beaten, hung up, in graves

Now I have to go back to the south

Now I have to go Back to the home of the cottonmouth

And all because the white man said so

When it was the white man who needed our help in the first place 

Mhm now that I think about it, anything goes but it’s always in the favor of the white race