The body pulled by gravity downward
The rope looped tightly around the tree
When will this dark soul be set free.
The
people they gather from near and far
Thousands
upon thousands come for the sportThey gaze and look and talk and stare
Upon this dark soul’s body hanging up there.
Lynching
as public theater so some say
It
was a time of bitter ugliness and crueltyBrown skin less valuable than white skin
And who made that decision and still live therein.
The
left versus the right and the right versus the left
Where
is there a middle in this political worldBurning effigies we see left and right
The ugliness against the man goes on into the night.
The
comedian was very foolish and we all now know
Some
were gleeful and some were silentThe ugly side of the world is again amongst us all
We have chosen our sides upon the bitterness we call.
Why
one scene is ok at that particular time
But
now the same thing with the pages flippedGoes against the grain of all that we hold dear
It is time for an accounting of all of us far and near.
Racism
is wrong is wrong is wrong is wrong
Hatred
is ugly is ugly is ugly is uglyBut sides we choose and truth we play loose
Until someone we love has his head in a noose.
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