5th-Poetry

You faced hardships throughout your life Your challenges were never won And your death brought others strife Why has this happen to you My eyes can not see What has this world come to Why did you have to flee You gave up when there was no hope The verdict has been announced guilty Now your wife and kids have to learn to cope The jury's minds filled with racism made filthy Justice did not help you win Innocence is your only sin. The only crime you committed was being the skin you’re in You lost the trial but you were hoping to win Don’t worry they’ll be the ones to lose in the end Atticus tried his best to help you pass the test Unfortunately, you were an innocent example of what will happen to the rest Everyone came to your house to pay their dues To show how bad they felt for you being wrongfully accused Mr. Robinson, why were you the one whose life was taken? When they were the ones wrongfully mistaken Today I have only one question I ask myself, //why can’t all people get protection?// Protection is for white folks, you’ve got a darker skin
 * Rest in peace, black, velvet Tom Robinson **
 * Innocence your only sin **

Protection is for white folks, and you've got a darker skin, The world of color and non color is very discrimitive, This is not fair to the people at all, Most people might think it's right, But most of all, what happens if this happened to you? This causes conflict for our town, But most of all it brings us apart, We may all be in different shapes and sizes, Purple, red, green, orange and blue, Judged before given a chance, Your skin should not matter in the world Color is a way of beauty to see, To see that you were so young and of color, Twenty-five years of age you were, and three children and a wife.

Innocent as everyone knew The only one to pay was you That girl is to blame for all your strife That girl is the cause of your dreadful plight Her testimony could not be true But what was a poor white girl to do Now there’s a newly-widowed wife Left with three little ones To raise all on her own In the end everyone fell: Remember the girl that everyone shunned Remember the truth that was left unknown Remember Tom, who loved so well
 * Mockingbird who lost your life.**

Dear Tom I’d like to bless your name Nobody has the right to take someone else’s life Only god knows when and where is our time Seventeen bullets took your life because of your skin color So is it a sin to be innocent and different? Or do we have to commit sin to be equal? Tom Robinson, you were an innocent man- Such a sin to kill a mocking bird We should shoot the birds and men who do us harm Not the birds who make us happy, who bring smiles Now your wife and kids are by themselves But I know that god won’t forget about them Because I know you are in a good, safe place Because a poor lonely white girl dared to want one of your race. Never balanced were the scales ** This man was innocent But who believed his tales? The kids were into it Curious of the man’s life What would he have to sacrifice? With all those lies he could lost his wife They made him feel like nothing but mice They wouldn’t even look him in the face Just being a handy man His heart was beating at an unsteady pace Living his life with no plan The day his life went to waste Seventeen bullet holes that day
 * On whose head the blame was placed**

Flying away as the mochingbird wails. Put in a cage locked away, Hoping to be set free for another day. I did not do what you say I've done, I showed you the facts and still I haven't won. So thrown in a cell beaten and scorn, Stay here longer, I'll be set for a morne. Break these chains that keep me here, Truth be told is not a truth but a steer. Bending the cage's rail to turn skew, Just enough for a body to fit through. Escaping the bird tries to fly away, Seventeen bullet holes that day.
 * Never balanced were the sclaes, **

Seventeen bullet holes that day, So quick, they took your life away. All for helping a young white girl, Who was abused by her drunken father, And to him it did not bother. He accused you of a capital offense, He knew the truth, but had no sense. You fought for your life on the stand, When it was clear to everyone you had no chance. You just wanted to have your freedom, And in your eyes you thought you could surely beat them. You were brave for jumping that fence, Even when you knew the consequence. “Only shoot at birds that do us harm,” are the words that I hear today.

Tom Robinson was a beautiful bird, not just a blue jay, He shouldn’t have gotten his life so brutally taken away, From child to an adult he was constantly hated, His death was because of some racist fool who discriminated, Tell me this, did he deserve all seventeen shots? They thought he was a bad person, but this he was not, It was as if they so crucially took away his wings, While tomorrow was the first day of spring, And without his wings he couldn’t do a thing, But now we all hope and pray for the mistreated Tom Robinson, Who would never again see the light of day, For Tom, the “not just a blue jay,” has found a new way, Not the likes of Tom who couldn’t fly, so by the Prison Farm is laid.
 * “Only shoot at birds that do us harm,” are the words I hear today, **

So by the prison farm he laid Only helping out a friend But Bob Ewell had a better plan to cover up his sin To put the blame on another man with darker skin So there you were on trial For a crime you did not commit But the jury found you guilty And with no more faith, you just quit With no hope left, you jumped the fence Seventeen bullets, one lost life Laid by the prison farm for no reason at all Just because you were black and not white Rest in peace, black, velvet Tom Robinson
 * Not the likes of Tom who couldn’t fly **


 * 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.