A Black Man's Prayer
Father lend me your ear
Am tired of breathing toxic air
Lies and fear is all I live and hear
Day and night I pray for some fresh air
Peace in the Ghetto is limited and rare
Lord hear my prayer
I don't know if you are aware
But these wicked men out here
There are cruel and unfair
I have to share
These men their don't care
They devise ways to instill harm and fear
How much more shall my brother's and I bare
While our fathers and mothers
Live in great despair
That's not right or fair
Lord why do these men try to destroy and compare
Why can't their spare and repair
Lord ain't fair
How these men instill harm and fear
Why won't they declare
That racism is wrong and unfair
Lord hear my prayer
These scars I wear makes my heart tear
How I hate when their point and stare
Lord it aren't fair
How these wicked men
Have my brother's and I scared
I swear that I will write and make things right
My life will be BRIGHT
I will live another day to rhyme and write
Until things are made Right
BEWARE
God will hear and answer
This black man's prayer
Things will be made Right and Fair.
Copyright © Scarlette Howard | Year Posted 2020
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