They took her husband on charge of a crime
A crime of which he did deny.
Still they took him, leaving her alone
No job, no income, no stable home.
With help from the church and children to feed
She hoped in vain her husband would be freed.
When news of his death came along
She couldn't stay grounded, couldn't stay strong.
She fell down to the ground in tears
Her husband's death affirming her fears.
She felt without hope, unable to go on
Inside her own mind, the curtains drawn.
But just as poverty tightened its reins
The qualms of injustice ran through her veins.
The thoughts began to enter her mind
Just how could the town be so blind?
"Why is it fair for my husband to die
Solely because of another man's lie?
One who beats his children day after day
Whose time is spent drinking life away?
A disgrace around town, barely able to write
Yet still believed because he is white.
Over my husband, hardworking and good
Never once having told a falsehood.
Honorable down to his very core
Yet shot 17 times, a hero evermore.