O Negro Souls
Who will weep for the
Negro souls
Rivers are formed
As their blood flows
Who will fight for the
Negro people
Who has been slain
Since the times of medieval
Who will take care of the
Negro child
Whose parents were destroyed
From the drugs and alcohol gone wild
Who will look out for the
Negro widows
Who has no one to care properly
We can call them weeping willows
Who will stand for the
Negro nation
Who are destroyed more and more
With every new generation
No one will weep, nor stand
No one truly cares
What happens to the
Negro woman and man
Just look around you
Honestly take a look
Who is standing for our suffering?
We are like fish on a hook
Consumed by all who
We come in contact with
Taken from our own land
By people we had no contract with
Ever since our feet touched the boats
Our suffering has been perfect
Even after hundreds of years
Plans are made against us with a negative effect
I just watched a true story
Of a 14 boy named George Stinney
Who was accused of a crime
Death penalty, electrocution, no evidence, not any
That is only one story among hundreds of years
Of the horrific things done to the Negro
In the land where our stolen cargo bodies were taken
On ships of many peoples our depot
Sometimes the pain runs so deep
You can’t help but tear up and weep
For all those mistreated, hated
Negro souls
Sometimes you lose sleep
But really who cares
No one
No one truly cares
I mean No One
Poetic Whispers In The Night 