by Steven Taylor
The racist cloaks his loathing thoughts Behind deceiving eyes Those men who once wore hoods and robes Today wear shirts and ties. Their methods changed but yet and still, Their mission is the same Today they lynch with politics, The racist's favorite game. Divide and conquer is their plan To keep minorities From seeing that the forest lies Just shortly past the trees. Racism lurks within the press, Courthouses, banks and schools Black folks convinced that all is well Have certainly been fooled. A racist underground exists, A chilling fact indeed They seek to kill, steal and destroy. We can't let them succeed.
Robin's Nest 