as we greet
the day’s advent,
we still face
the same old weary events;
it’s still all about race
every day of the week…
strange fruits daily lay rotting
along the treed street;
we still can’t escape the spotting:
wherever we go, no justice will we meet…
daily courts of law remain a mockery;
our shaded lives still don’t matter:
in our modern sharecropper democracy,
equal justice is just idle chatter…
if to this you don’t really agree;
it’s evident…you sure don’t look like me.