The torment they went through
We watched, laughed, while they worked
When the time came, we wouldn’t pay
Why?
Cause they aren’t the same ghostly white
If you cut them, they’ll bleed.
If you cut me, I’ll bleed too!
It doesn’t matter what’s outside
On the Inside, we all have the same red blood.
We would kick them off the buses
And make them walk
Then we get offended when they get tired
Tired of being treated worse than dirt,
Tired of being thrown down
just when they found their footing,
Tired of it all.
We all know the golden rule,
So why didn’t it apply to them at the time?
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