You must have been a lovely little kid.
Smile. The camera captures a great event
When you and dad in matching Klan robes shine.
He says, never rent to people like that.
They want the toilets fixed and the bugs killed.
They make you, their master, a slave to them.
Oh, for simpler times when people knew their place.
White skin and money, that’s what greatness is.
You told a like tale after you rode down
The escalator and into our bad dreams.
Poor put-upon America, how sad
That white isn’t always right as once it was.
Now you have the power to turn back time
To days when no one minded being lynched
Or whipped. It was a good cause after all,
All the dying and humiliation,
The massacres of anyone not white
So skin color might have its natural place.
Let’s have the Disney version of our past.
Glory to glory our history moves.
God gave us this land, as in the Iron Age
When killing was sanctioned by divine decree.
Some folks can’t rule themselves. They need white force
To lie its way to acceptable truth.