Just a Colour
Once free
Taken at will
Used and abused
For mans spill
Her crime
To love another
Of a different race
But just a colour
The hooded white
These hidden ones
Hide behind themselves
And their loaded guns
What gave them the right
In that dim-lit barn
This lesson taught
As they take their turn
These brave ones now spent
Having degraded and torn
Now naked and bloodied
Soiled and shorn
She now stands manacled
Under a moonlit sky
Bare to the night
Asking herself why
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