Gloom

One day, I was feeling rather gloom Sitting here, in this dark room Wondering if anyone would come to see me when all of a sudden, I took an arrow to the knee now on the ground, cowering in fear I wondered if now someone was near Hearing nothing, I knew no one was coming The agony was so numbing I saw a light off in the distance So alas, there must be some existence! Finally I saw a figure standing And now, my help was demanding He walked up and said, sorry I can't help you And I responded, why can't you? He said, son, its because you are black My thought was, man, this guy is smoking crack Helplessly as I laid there, as the man walked away I thought man, I'm just left at bay The moral is, racism is demeaning Because of this, i'm left here weeping