A/N: I wrote this for extra credit in my Language Arts class and I was really proud of it. This is in Tom Robinson's POV during his trial.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, its belongs to Harper Lee
There was no sound in that summer heat
The citizens of Maycomb abandon the streets
Ebony and ivory separate in their court of law
He never thought death actually had jaws
He looks up to his hero, his savior
The one who defies all white behavior
Who stands in defense for this poor hearted soul
His gratitude this worrier will never know
The hero ends his speech of racism
As he knows his ignorance will land him in prison
But what can one do when white is right and black is wrong?
And for that the mockingbird ceases its song
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