Free Me
A Villanelle
The days of old are gone, but the shackles still remain
Where can mercy and grace be found
White supremacy carries the mark of Cain
Treated like animals, so very inhumane
Racism and hate are America’s playground
The days of old are gone, but the shackles still remain
Another life has been taken, can’t comprehend, its a mental strain
We watch the scene over and over sickeningly spellbound
White supremacy carries the mark of Cain
How many will we watch to be continually slain
The land of the free has become a hunting ground
The days of old are gone, but the shackles still remain
Cleansing of their hands for the moment, but the blood still stains
America’s distaste for the black man is a rich breeding ground
White supremacy carries the mark of Cain
Each and every death is a coup de main
Generational pain cries “free me” from hallowed burial grounds
The days of old are gone, but the shackles still remain
White supremacy carries the mark of Cain
