Marching Of the Drum

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