The verdict of the trial was well known to all,
Though it was never said out loud,
Till the end.
The numb judge was watching,
The crowd was cheering with all their strength,
And a gunshot split the air,
Splitting the innocent's brain.
But no tear had dropped; no pain was felt,
Cause after all, he was a Negro, who was accused
By a white.
We couldn't feel sorry for him,
We shouldn't mercy his soul,
He's just another dead Negro,
Who was killed by the presents in court,
By the jury's correct, non-racist, decision.
Aren't I right?
המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או
הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת
נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו
לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו
ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד.