Rest in peace, black, velvet Tom Robinson
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

innocence was your only sin
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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


Remember Tom Robinson who loved so well
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


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.

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Because poor and lonely white girl dares to want to 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

If only you had waited, but then justice never came,
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,
But I’ll tell you why, Never balanced were the scales.

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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.

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“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.

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Rest in peace, black, velvet Tom Robinson,
Innocence your only sin,
Protection is for white folks, and you’ve got a darker skin.

Twenty-five years of age you were, three children and a wife,
Only singing songs of pleasure,
Mockingbird who lost your life.

Remember Tom who loved so well,
On whose head the blame was placed
Because a poor and lonely, white girl dared to want one of his race.
If only you had waited, but then justice never came,
Never balanced were the scales,
Seventeen bullet holes that day.
Only shoot at birds that do us harm,” are the words I hear today,
Not the likes of Tom who couldn’t fly, so by the Prison Farm is laid.