A Black Sinner
I've been accused of sin
Just for the color of my skin.
They say, "You raped her, boy,"
When my name is Tom, not boy.
And here's the obvious crook,
But he's, "Mr. Ewell, look; It was he who raped your Mayella, right?"
"Of course," he lies. Then they take me out of sight.
I am a sinner,
So of course I'm not the trial winner.
"I can't take it!" I cry.
With that, I try to escape, despite the fact that I could die.
Even now in my afterlife, they think I sinned.
I am going to Hell now, no burial, no grave, I'll just be blown there by the wind.
