Kicking the Can
You’ve been walking down that dusty road,
for what seems like a country mile
Kicking the can with nary a smile
Headed for the schoolhouse,
you and your companion
A bus rolls by ... there’s a lot of dark faces
peering out the window
You curse them all, as you throw a rock
that has them ducking
Your companion smiles at you,
and says that was a good thing to do
Hate is your best friend,
you love listening to her dark whisperings
As you keep walking, you keep kicking the can
Kicking that can on down the road
The cost of equality you refuse to pay,
is gonna fall to your children one day
But you don’t care about none of that,
you’re gonna keep walking down that same road
that your daddy and mama did
You believe fervently in the righteous Antebellum way,
that’s how you had been bootstrapped raised
With all your heart you believe in the Just Cause,
you’re the latest proud son of the Confederacy
As you keep walking with your hateful companion,
thinking about all the evil
the civil rights movement has done
It makes you so mad, as you keep kicking the can
Kicking that can on down the road
You purpose in your heart, that’ll be the day
you ever give up the Just Cause ... the honorable white way
You swear in your heart,
you gon teach your children to love the Confederate gray
And you just keep kicking that can
Kicking it further down the road
Listening always to what your closest friend hate say,
whispering seductively to you: Love the White and the Gray
The price of equality you ain’t never gon pay,
but the cost is surely gonna fall to your children one day
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
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