Freedom Verses.

Locked Door

Sitted in a court of law

One lawyer argued gazing at the floor

The sacrifice sat dressed in a suit

Watched as they stepped on his foot.


Many a negro did clear the tray

The slave had no say

Describing his wealth, hand on a trigger

White master owned sixty houses and ninety niggers.


Shall the rich always rule the poor

Put a lock on the door

Ambitious bastards deceiving poor whites

Keep them from seeing the light

From standing by their black brothers to fight

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