The Killing Of Malcolm X
Forty years have come and gone
Since that cruel and fateful day
A victim of hearts gone wrong
For freedom, with his life he’d pay
Hardened hearts grow soft this day and age
In some ways life is better, in others life is worse
While in history books, he's earned a special page
Whilst evil men in DC still make use of X’s hearse
Justice still eludes too many in this land so great
Seeds of corruption growing with no end
The backs of “Colored folk” carry most the weight
Worked beyond endurance, a message they now send
Clean-out the Oval Office of corruption before it's too late
For in the hands of 'We the people”, lay a nations fate
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poem by Ray Lucero
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