I Refuse

The crack of the whip will always be heard. 

A ghostly echo;

It is a haunting memory.

Once there was a dove who signaled peace.

The action was swiftly sentenced;

For a bus is where a stand happened over a seat.

Justice is fleeting in an evolving world.

Charred and flaming crosses;

Were present adornments on lawns.

The throws of integration hurled this world into brutality.

Signs of lingering segregation;

Still follow like a wolf on the prowl.

The poor lambs led to the slaughter.

The Little Rock nine;

Fed to the lions to tame the beast.

The self proclaimed leaders were dogs of bigotry.

Moving with cruel efficiency;

They desolated the land with savagery.

Lions must become lambs;

The wolves must relent.

The monster is being starved.

For I refuse to feed the beast.