The Tragedy of Ebony and Ivory


The ivory man says he's not worried
While the ebony man lives in a cage,
He loses loved ones,
His rib cage breaks,
He lives in fear,
Might as well be dead,
But the ivory man says he's not worried.

The ebony man's dead eyes tear into your soul,
Remind you we are in a war that is cold,

Turns brother against brother,
Man against man,
Lives treated like objects,
Wasted, underappreciated,
But the ivory man says he's not worried.

The ivory man has raised his whip,
Time and time again.
Claiming that he's doing right,
He's not killing a man.

For his skin is ebony,
It's hard and coarse like sand.
How can he have a heart
If he is not an ivory man?

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