Do we treat a black man fair?
Or do we whites just not care.
Thats their fate.
We steal from them what is their right,
We turn on them our backs in spite.
We fight, we kill,
Of our own free will.
We wont employ, we just destroy.
Just thing again,
Were all the same!
Blackman - Deadman
I saw his care-worn face,
I saw his hate-filled eyes,
Now I stand beside the mound
Where this poor blackman lies.
They condemned him for his colour,
They hurled insults at this face,
They murdered him one night
In some deserted place.
He lay there in the darkness,
A pool of blood his head,
One poor ill-treated blackman,
For his colour now lies dead.
Hes black, hes dirt!
They dont know how words can hurt.
I try to get away from the rain of heavy blows
They tell me go to hell, for thats where every black man goes
They stand me up, then kick me down,
Then have a beer and grog down town.
If I had the will Id fight them back,
But theyve long ago broken that!
There was movement in the toilets, for the word was passed around,
That the teachers were acoming, to smokers all impound.
Cigarettes were all extinguished, and the crowd it soon diminished.
For what is more provoking, than to be caught at recess smoking?
A shadow falls across the floor as the teachers walk in the door.
All minds filled with a single thought,
Whatll we do now were caught?
Life is a problem in many a way,
Changing moods from day to day.
Meeting, parting, being sad,
Being sorry, yet happy and glad.
Whatever ones race,, colour or creed,
To know ones wanted is what one needs.
Intricate and complicated,
Lifes only as hard as you wish to make it.
Temper breaks, words abusive,
Angers symptoms are not elusive
The sudden desire to inflict pain,
The flight to self-control regain
The actions in temper unthinkingly done,
That lose the friends so newly won.
Sinister figures marching in black
Of solemnity they show no lack.
Deaths slim figures slowly creeping,
Around the necks of victims sleeping.