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