1st-Poetry

your helpful nature shines as bright as the summer sun never leaving someone in their time of need you battled for your life but the white man took the lead father of three with a heart of solid gold the girl was alone, uncared for and cold your act of kindness got you put on the stand your family watched with horror hand in hand the battle you fought was one full of pain what people thought of you was wrong and insane some knew you were innocent but all knew you would not win
 * Rest in peace, black, velvet Tom Robinson**
 * innocence was your only sin **

Innocence your only sin, Mocked upon by the white town’s men, You tried to lend a helping hand, Not even for a grain of sand, Always going out of you way, Then Treated with such dismay, Knowing that you have no guilt, Town’s men continue to pursue, Just hoping that they can catch you, Having a whole town against your rights, But not going down without a fight, No one understands how you feel, For being so cornered and pined, Protection is for white folks, and you’ve got a darker skin

Twenty five years of age you were, three children and a wife They all lived in the same house But they didn't have a good life So Tom Robinson was different, he was black, and they were white He was a slave to the white people that didn't like him Tom, strong, helpful, obediant, and sometimes afraid Lover of life, his wife; and his children Who needs freedom, hope and to be believed Who fears imprisonment, death and white men wrath Who would like to see his family, equality and justice Tom who is accused of raping a little girl, is innocent He has done nothing illegal in his life His life should be peaceful and joyous, but in triuth it is Only singing songs of pleasure

Doing so great, then time just fails Like any other person, trying to get by Crying out for help, well it was worth a try Horrible, because for him life passed so fast Few more days in prison that’s all; could he really last Family of his is going to mourn and suffer with grief Sorrow and pain held in their hearts so filled worth disbelief Take him away from a shot if I only I can He could have stayed to himself instead of risking his life An aid of help to a lonely girl what about kids and wife Take a look at the story and remember the case On whose head the blame was placed
 * Remember Tom Robinson who loved so well**

On whose head the blame was placed, So he went to that ignorant place Stuck in that jail, He was just waiting for his bail. Hoping for the best of his defense, Atticus put the jury on the fence Because of the jury’s ways, Tom has lost all of his days. Tom was loved by the bunch, But someone had to put him in a crunch. Now the court has another file, Because of Tom Robison’s dumb trial. The Ewell’s tried to put Tom in his place, Because a poor and lonely, white girl dared to want one of his race.

Miserable and sad look at the guilt on her face You went by her side to help her everyday And how your not there so who going to pay Fair man who gave off a sweet and kind innocence Pulling a young girl from loneliness and just for this You got the blame so how you have to pay the price Next time you help someone in need maybe think twice
 * Because poor and lonely white girl dares to want to one of his race **

Would the outcome of your life ever be the same, In your view the truth was so far away, If we had won would you be here today? In God's eyes we’re slowly coming together, But it’s taking so long it feels like forever, Only you knew how your life was ending, Atticus helped with your defending, Some people of Maycomb wanted you dead, Others of Maycomb never said, Whites like Mrs. Maudie knew what was right, But when needed by word they were far out of sight, Why Tom lost? The book never tells, Seventeen bullet holes that day For doing helpful things without pay The whites were wrong, you were right Why did you give up without a fight? You didn’t even see it coming You saw Mr. Ewell and just began running Justice wasn’t blind - it was even unfair None in town would ever care Though your kindness was absolute The white men’s hearts were urged to shoot Bullets were flying, your death was swift All of it, for a desperate kiss A silver thought, that Miss Maudie did say “Only shoot at birds that do us harm,” are the words I hear today. “Only shoot at birds that do us harm,” are the words I hear today, Like the words of equality that should be cemented in court. Instead, the unjust citizens shoot every bird they see, As a jury they see not, of equality. It is her word against his, white word against black, Unfair and they know it, but the pity for a victim is undeniably evident. They care not about the facts so much, as it was “one of their own” being violated. Racism. Unjust. Unfair. They did not stop to think about the mockingbird, Innocent. Kind. Defenseless. So they make that sin of their own, to kill a mockingbird, And it was with each “guilty” that rang out of their mouths, That showed they gave their word “innocent” to a needy racist female Not to the likes of Tom who couldn’t fly, so by the Prison Farm is Laid.
 * If only you had waited, but then justice never came, **
 * But I’ll tell you why, Never balanced were the scales.**
 * R ** est in peace, black, velvet Tom Robinson,
 * I ** nnocence your only sin,
 * P ** rotection is for white folks, and you’ve got a darker skin.


 * T ** wenty-five years of age you were, three children and a wife,
 * O ** nly singing songs of pleasure,
 * M ** ockingbird who lost your life.

“ ** O ** nly shoot at birds that do us harm,” are the words I hear today,
 * R ** emember Tom who loved so well,
 * O ** n whose head the blame was placed
 * B ** ecause a poor and lonely, white girl dared to want one of his race.
 * I ** f only you had waited, but then justice never came,
 * N ** ever balanced were the scales,
 * S ** eventeen bullet holes that day.
 * N ** ot the likes of Tom who couldn’t fly, so by the Prison Farm is laid.