I saw a man spat upon
Just for the colour of his skin
What brought this on
For all he did was nothing
I saw a woman crying
Knowing not what to do
She had give up trying
She was battered black and blue
I saw a child scared and hunched
No longer wanting to be strong
Fed of being hit and punched
For doing nothing wrong
I saw, I saw it all
Why doesn't anyone feel
I saw, I saw it all
In a world so unreal
copyright Chris Smith 1998
Just for the colour of his skin
What brought this on
For all he did was nothing
I saw a woman crying
Knowing not what to do
She had give up trying
She was battered black and blue
I saw a child scared and hunched
No longer wanting to be strong
Fed of being hit and punched
For doing nothing wrong
I saw, I saw it all
Why doesn't anyone feel
I saw, I saw it all
In a world so unreal
copyright Chris Smith 1998
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