In Mississippi, on a bus. <br />It was the heat of summer. <br />A white man stood, began to cuss, <br />he said: 'This is a bummer.' <br /> <br />'There's black and white in our land, <br />we all know what this means, <br />but I will travel, raise my hand, <br />not with them coloured fiends! ' <br /> <br />The driver stopped, addressed his charges, <br />it looked like trouble flaring. <br />He told them what he'd do to help <br />and how they would be faring. <br /> <br />'Pretend' he said, 'that white is white, <br />but black is really green, <br />so if you would..I thought we might <br />divide the colour scene.' <br /> <br />'The back half of the bus belongs <br />to dark green folks with lips. <br />The rest of you know rights or wrongs: <br />Are light green on these trips.' <br /> <br />'We like you all, it's just that you, <br />the darkies who ain't white, <br />you really haven't got a clue, <br />you give our kids a fright.' <br /> <br />'If melons, mixed with porker guts <br />is what you like to eat, <br />if you still live in filthy huts <br />and eat opossum meat, <br /> <br />then, no offense, you emanate <br />the stench of lower class. <br />The only place where you can state <br />your business will be Mass. <br /> <br />The KKK, it has been banned, <br />an everlasting shame. <br />Those hoods will once again be manned. <br />We do not look the same. <br /> <br />So, think of it as shades of green. <br />The light ones sit in front. <br />You darkies, try not to be seen, <br />my meaning is quite blunt.. <br /> <br />The fear of God shall strike you down <br />if you don't realise, <br />that obsolescent, dark green clowns <br />are filthy and tell lies.' <br /> <br /> <br />Note: The bus driver was white<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/southern-comfort/
