Sudden Death

I’m a young colored male in society,

Have people speaking lies of you and me,

Left and right,

I hear this insanity,

Uneducated immigrants is what we are told to be,

It’s not true,

Don’t let’em take you as a fool,

For this ain’t the 17th century,

Where you could use me as a tool,

You pulled the trigger if I disobeyed,

A puppet dressed as a man,

You’d say,

Forced to work in a farm,

With no pay,

Freedom being nothing more than just a thought,

Just another clot in my head,

Bled before I could speak,

I met my own death bed,

Next to aunt Betty and cousin Ben,

All my master ever gave me was a whipping and a loaf of bread,

“Yes master”,

No denying what he desired,

I was a soldier in a war,

That only led me towards my own death.