Colin
They told marchers they shouldn’t march;
screamed at sitters in busses and diners;
blocked the doors to the public schools,
“whites only” signs were clear reminders.
They hated when black fists were raised,
or when folks joined peaceful protests;
they couldn’t stand their sins broadcast,
were frightened by the freedom fests.
While things are better, injustice still lives,
and now they say that kneeling’s wrong,
they want to squelch the dissident voice,
But we’ve all heard this familiar song.
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