Born of pain cursed to live that way
A forgotten name marked with shame
Guilt by association becomes your fame
A stolen name becomes the scares on the back of a forgotten man.
Fading away to become the dust of another land
Bitterness replaced by forgiveness justice is a slap of the back of a hand.
Born of pain the mind struggle the mental slaying
The community broke apart day after day.
Families striving for a better way
A stolen name becomes a nations bitterness
Contempt for the past without forgiveness
Celebrating a heritage of hatefulness
Born of pain crushed by the inhumanity
No matter how sharp the knife we still bleed
Reparations will not make you free
A stolen name becomes the bust on the history page.
A platform of uneducated political rage
Fact and feeling become the moves of this game.
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020