Oh, if we could go back to the fifties one group be happy.
The decade of I Love Lucy.
Father Know Best and Leave It To ****** show.

And a host of others that mirror falseness.
It great to hear one race talk about those golden years.

Of course, one group still were maids and doorkeeper, shoeshine boys and entering the back door to work.

Or fed at the back of businesses.
Which I have never gotten when you a business your idea is to make money.

Then I am still trying to figure out the water fountain discrimination because the water was the same.

Oh, let's not forget the protest of the buses.

Yes, the decade was the fifties when we heard about Little Rock.
Hell, there just something about the so-called ***** south stupidity.
Nothing like a southern bigot.

Some couldn't even spell the N-word they seem to always forget a "g" when writing.
Now the music that was a different breed because you saw various singers that could and couldn't sing.

Some shook and some yell and some didn't shake a thing.
And yes, the decade saw the rising of the King" not Elvis but Martin Luther.

Oh, these were the golden days for them because they saw no problems.
And to this day, many still can't solve them.