Wednesday, July 1, 2015

Let Them


Let Them

Let them hate me
Let them kill me
For something I didn’t do
Arrested for what I am
Tried and convicted
I never stood a chance
Let them hate me
Let them kill me
I will not judge them
I will not hold a grudge
Just tie the rope tight
Make sure the knots will hold
I do not want to suffer
For something I didn’t do
I only ask one thing
When I am dead and cold
Take my bones
Carry them back to my home
Bury them under the sun
As it rises over the Great Divide
Just remember
I am not a black man
I am not a white man

I am just a man who died because of hatred

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