RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: AMERICAN DEMOCRACY
Rights on Hold
When rights are suspended for others
We sacrifice much of our own
What we do to one another
Must one day be atoned
When our rights are placed on hold
When the guarantee is lost
It means our rights can be sold
By any cruel and ruthless boss
We have placed our fate in hands
That never should be trusted
It’s too late to understand
When all your friends are busted
So you thought it was just the others
The ones with darker skin
Then they came for your brothers
And your rationale grew thin
Now you’re running with the rest of us
And you regret those things you did
Now you’re in the back of the bus
With the servants and their kids
