His Crime was the Color of his Skin

Written by Njeri Thomas

 Courtesy of  Voice of Detroit

Courtesy of Voice of Detroit

His crime was the color of his skin

The darkness that made up who he was

Those pale faces held fear within

So much that they created a cause

A reason to destroy

A reason to hurt

Those pale faces struck the poor boy

Until he ended up face down in the dirt

His crime was the color of his skin

Forced with the end of a gun

Those pale faces put him to work

Sometimes a bigger threat ensues

And his blood will ooze

Those pale faces showed no mercy

The crime was the color of his skin

With one nod they grinned

Those pale faces hung him up

So he could sway with the wind