Two Doors
There are two doors with which to enter
Only one of which is right
Only one will give you freedom and promise
That door is for the white
The other is marked with poverty
With hardship whipped into its back
With nothing but a dream to cling to
That door is for the black
One door has never suffered
Their freedom constant in their sight
Yet they take it from the colored
That door is for the white
One door was promised liberty
With every whips crack
A distortion of equality
That door is for the black
One door argues hatred
Their discrimination full of spite
Demanding separate but not equal
That door is for the white
One door wishes peace
Civil disobedience their only attack
To walk alongside as equals
That door is for the black
Two doors with which to enter
Only one of which is right
Is it the door for the black?
Or the door for the white?
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