White Man's Good Ole' Days

White Man’s Good Ole’ Days I’m the law in these parts; This here is my town son. You better learn your place; Listen up until I’m done. You can’t eat at the tables; You can’t drink at the bar. You’re not welcome in this establishment; Shouldn’t have gotten out of your car. Whites only; Can’t you read what the sign says? No Negros, Indians, or dogs allowed; Go back to your rez! We don’t want the likes of you; Moving to our Christian town. Corrupting our women; Bringing our property value down. Look at me boy ; When I’m talking to you! I’m the man around here; What I’m saying getting through? Guarantee you won’t like it much; When I string you up from an oak tree. You can’t come here like you’re on Indian land; Don’t make me use my authority. I am the one with the gun and the badge; Don’t even need a sheet to cover my face. My skin is WHITE; I’m God’s chosen and superior race. By: Darlene Doll Smith ~ Cherokee