We were the slaves masters of old <br />Cold heartdly we bought and we sold <br />In humans we deemed no better than animals <br />We said they used black magic and were cannibals <br />Money grew in our accounts penned by scribes <br />We set them free eventually <br />Situated them in ghettos residentially <br />A man called martin fought for their equality <br />While we used our rights with frivolity <br />But still they have to fight to fight for their rights <br />But still racism is ugly enough to cause a fright <br />So when I give money to oxfam understand <br />I still have that blood guilt on my hands <br />No matter how much money I give<br /><br />Daniel Hooks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/guilt-2/
