The Great American Racist
THE GREAT AMERICAN RACIST
I stand my ground and white is what is me
as fair a man as there could ever be
I'll not apologize to anyone
for what the world's dependent on
but love my own, for that's the way I see.
Excuses come from those who ever fail
or educated by their time in jail
and racist it may be
but it's the side of me
who stands by justice, in its final wail;
the die's been cast; and juries set the stage
and let out are the crazies from their cage;
while whites proclaim all guilt from high
and others only live the lie
expecting things to change because of rage;
Whose knife has cut the thread once meant to bind
depriving all the love there is to find?
The greatest tragedy of all
is when our backs are to the wall--
the ending won't reveal, the truth we find.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet
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