The Black Card
Quite opposite to the black ball
This card played in the open court
Scurrilous a sad weak back footed step
Pathetic whether real or by perceived discrimination
Gone the dream that one day we will not be judged by the colour of our skin
Twas a dream that was deeply rooted in the American dream
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But last night I dreamt a dreary dream
I saw a dead man win a fight
My poor words dedicated to Martin Luther King Jr
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