Dark hangs over daylight, A red scarred sky is dawning. No belief in wrong or right, Black sheeps shepherd warning. Tears that fall embrace him, As his son will face him. the darkest hearts in cloaks of white, That haunt the skin with frostbite. Fires are burning they won't stop, Three white men have just been shot, By there own creed, All becuase of an ethnic need. An investigation finds them, But the Ku Klux Klan reminds them, that Mississpi will always be white, and they'll burn the dark with flames of white. A children's scream unnoticed, Scarecrows flock the harvest, For Mississipi must be white, and a dead black brother will hold you tight. As the blacks hang and burn, tomorrows generation can only learn, that colors are'nt chosen by no man whose white, So thay must accept, or stand up and fight, That ebony and ivory, Is a sad Mississipi memory. (kind of inspired by Missipssi burning)