Mississippi Burning

The light shines at the end of the road,

like heaven awaiting,

but little did they know,

the bright lights,

were just for show.

And like hounds they tracked us down,

our faces turned into deep frowns,

then the man approached us,

and spat out his words,

'til he had had enough.

Within seconds,

we were face to face,

with the bright light called heaven,

and it was there my soul cried,

"I swear to the lord, I still can't see,

why democracy means everybody...

but me."

By мαяια:;♥
*Quote took from Langston Hughes.*