Still Fighting

Still fighting for what’s right no justice in sight

Large companies still mowing over the worker’s

Where is righteousness everyday I look for it like a treasure chest?

My head hurting from the pain of injustice still strong much unrest

The little man the worker the slave still loosing the war

After decades of struggle there should be some reprieve

A reprieve for the African woman and man

No allotment has been made they turn we against another

The highest paid for dollars laid at the feet of the wicked rich

Colored folks looking down on one another much bondage and yokes bewitched

Your momma’s was a maid

Your daddy worked construction worker

Those where the only jobs back in those days

Working on the railroad with days unpaid

The roads they paved for us many would be amazed

We would be dead if they had not prayed

Way too much injustice we against one another

They against us how can we survive we against ourselves

We against ourselves, no unity too much

They look down at us and we look up at them

Still we look down at ourselves

We work hard for them they pay us pennies

Hard long years we supplied sweat for what they lied still letting us go

We cook their food we still eat the scraps fallen from the table

We honor them yet they still despise us

We try to look, act and talk like them they hate us more

We mimic them in many ways still there’s no winning

Believing we have a piece of the pie

We submit to them still it is not enough to bow

We try to be perfect in front of them they still highlight our faults

We abide by their laws they still trap us and put us in cages of steel walls

They lie to us we believe it

They lock us up we accept, they take our money we don’t fight

They deceive us through the media we still buy their stuff

I think we finally had enough

When will we hear our lover’s voices from the grave?

Crying out for justice to be just and have justice wave

Like Bob Marley crying from the grave good over evil

Martin Luther crying out for peace, justice and freedom

When will we feel the power of justice on our side?

Come alive awaken by grave cries

As long as Satan is the god of this world

No justice will rise

By Dorise Dixon

11/6/07