They say your life had meaning.
You even played the game their way.
And still they had you killed.
But they claim to honor you today.
So toss and turn in your grave,
for how can you sleep peacefully
when hate did strike you down;
hatred drenched in white supremacy?
There is no such thing as freedom,
just ask the men and women behind bars.
This holiday is a travesty,
given the white man’s thirst for wars.
Shelby I. Courtland
©2016 Shelby I. Courtland