She Marched

Coretta, Rosa, and Viola believed in right To vote and be heard was their fight To realize the dream they did demand The Widow, the activist, the martyr did stand Civil Rights First Lady her name was Coretta Marched with Martin, bombed as vendetta. Said hate is too great a burden to bear. For non-violent widow it was unfair. The black struggle for her never ended. Continued the work King’s death transcended. A seamstress, activist was her trade In ‘55 a decision she made. Rosa refused to give up her seat Arrested her destiny to meet. Tired of being treated as second class Montgomery bus boycott came to pass Because she sat for rights she’d demand Now In the capital her statue would stand Driven by hatred viewed on TV Mother of five could not believe. Viola drove from Detroit to offer aid Marching to Montgomery history she made. But on the way back white devils shot her down On a dark highway outside of Selma town. On justice for all, the three brave women did fight So future generations would know what was right