Our Constitution said all are equal;
Ommiting slaves of African descent.
Blest Christians lashed these black people;
Slitting bloody flesh—too religious to repent.
Those screaming muscled backs of agony—
Criss-crossed with rivulets bloody red;
Began to weaken a country’s conscience—
How long can a nation’s ethics lie dead?
An outspoken Rosa rode her bus to freedom
While her collective peoples erupted.
Not because they had learned some great lesson;
The diseased heart of a nation laid naked.
Whence comes the day when all shall be equal;
Must America waft on without course?
Or will those who have always been beaten,
Show us how without hate or recourse?