Justice

Down in the park
Where the crossfire burns
That’s where we trussed ‘em up
Didn’t seek forgiveness
God ain’t colour blind

Hide in the dark
With our headdress on
They listened I was the leader
Fearless behind my white cloaks
By day I’m a kitchen hand

Now I’m down in the park
Those friends of mine
I’m stripped and they call me nigger
I swore that couldn’t be
Seems my great grand mother was

Now the park is dark
I can’t even whimper
To tell them that I forgive them
That they’re still friends of mine
I’m staked out and my bodies dry

© 2005, Mosquitobyte