I have written several poems against bigotry as an attempt to show the ugliness of bigotry
An eighteen year old proud to finally be a man
Goes to register to vote and has to stand, stand and stand
Finally he asks the clerk for the papers he needs to fill out
The clerk picks up a stick and belts him in the mouth
With blood on his lip and his face on the floor
He turns and asks, "What did you hit me for?"
Ain't no niggers registering as long as I'm at this desk
Get up off the floor and go back with the rest
