A child was born, dark as night,
and sent out into the world.
Everywhere he turned,
such insults, people hurled.
He took this all in stride,
grew up and became a man.
Took one look at his skin,
it was darker than a tan.
On a mountaintop, he stood,
looking out on a sea of hate.
He decided that once and for all,
he’d be the master of his own fate.
He had been followed for many a day,
even when he’d stopped to rest.
He thought he’d never feel secure,
knew that to him, this was a test.
God, they said, loved him
and he believed it for awhile.
He carried with him, a Bible.
It was evidence at his trial.
You see this man, he finally snapped
on a hot, sunny day in June.
One insult was one too many,
a white man called him, a baboon.
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