I Shiver
I shiver for my people
I cry in fear, shrieks!
Like ringing from the steeple
Yet, they are but squeaks
When compared,
To the screams of the negro
As his blood covers the streets
As we plead “please let me go”
And our heads bang against concretes
And what did we do?
Give it every excuse you can
Land and home of the free
Yet we were chained by the White man
“Oh, but that’s ancient history!”
They say again and again
While we stand chained by poverty
No worries, we’ll create our own reprimand