Amidst the myriad fireworks,
In the mingle of a thousand crowds;
With the place walked by officers, ladies and clerks,
And festive music played about.
A young lad walked by
Making eyebrows rise and heads jerk.
Men turned around; women sighed
What makes him come around and lurk?
Why push him out
Just because he is dark
Why flinch at his touch
As though he were an electric spark
Why look at him and pout
Just because he isn’t white
You never object the thin or stout
But run away at his sight
You keep the dark one at your beck and call
And give the white one food;
‘Tis for not only one ,but all!
Your compare him to the black bin bag
Just because ‘black’ is with what they are tagged.
He only wants to be happy
Even if he dwells in rags.