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In vain


In vain Was it really in vain? The woman that wouldn't move in the bus, The tremendous speeches that broke chains, And many others who fought for freedom. Tire of being slain Tire of being judge Was that all really in vain? Look at us, Do we have freedom? We do! Then their protest were not in vain, Their words were not waste of breath, Instead they were the breath that gave Freedom its meaning. People still criticize, But they are you are, Why should skin color matter? We are the same, So why don’t we unite. The past changed our future It changed our world So ask yourself, was Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks and many others’ Actions in vain? Look at your hands, do you have chains? Then we have being set free Then no, The civil rights movement, Their actions, Were not in vain.
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