In The Woods Beneath A pine

    Last night I slept next to his
Body one last time
They may have his head
But they won’t get mine

Did she **** him and is she
Now a fugitive on the run
Or did they **** him and they
Need to get her for the job to be done

If I left it there, it would be
A deep dark mystery
But I will continue on and reveal
A story from our grim history

The year was eighteen sixty five, the
Slaves were freed and the KKK was born
The Republicans fought for race equality
And the Dems felt a deep scorn

The leaders of the Democratic Party
Believed the good black was a dead black
Earlier that night they burned a cross on
His lawn and later came the attack

They were known as the men in white
Pastors and law men and the butcher
They killed her husband and now
They were out to catch her

As the clock strikes midnight, in the
Distance she hears the howls of the canine
As she stops for a quick breath
In the woods beneath a pine

Written By:Charles Kean
Copyright © 11/28/2020
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