It was written down in Black and White Beautiful people segregated Their dignity denied A nation diminished and divided Deprived and depraved Hatred in the heart spewed out Across the pages Erupted on the streets In peaceful protests The sound of struggle songs To ease the wrongs Batons, beatings and bombings Courtrooms, judges and jail cells The sickening crack of gunfire So many cried Too many died The pain runs deep It wasn’t meant to be And it’s left a shameful legacy Which in the end Only Love will mend