Frederick Douglass
As he was carried
And laid to rest
We remembered the works
He did that were best
Oh the great Frederick Douglass!
Who spoke for his race
Dropped dead from a heart attack
Right in his wife's face
His words live
Though Civil Rights activist
Who will never give Racism the upper hand
Maybe I might
Become an activist
And join the fight
Against racism
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