A Sonnet of the Civil Rights Movement

They said to get to the back of the bus, They never thought that we would change the world, They never thought that we’d put up a fuss, Those people never saw a boy or girl. They only saw objects to be abused, Below a human, nothing of import, They pushed and pulled and spat upon our muse, Yet we would rise victorious from the court. The justice that sweet Rosa practiced there, The year that we became an equal race, The sit-ins passive Martin would prepare, All these define the way we see our face. The beauty of equality and rights, Was built upon the pain of sleepless nights.