You Hate a Baby ‘Cause it’s Black?!
© by John Monteleone – November 2, 2013
you put a white hood over your head
to hide your terrified face
but you’re really hiding your heart
’cause you know it’s a disgrace
you hate a baby – ’cause it’s black
does that white hood over your head
make you feel secure?
while you remain feeling dead
does rage seem obscure?
you hate a baby – ’cause it’s black
your church with its high ceilings
and long robes of suppressed feelings
lets you burn a cross on someone’s lawn
hold the cross up to the sky
covered in gold-plated lies
live in anger, and fear all day long
stale blood from old conceptions
their self-righteous statues stand tall
lining the long dark halls of deception
you hate a baby – ’cause it’s black
sit by a pond
see the sunrise come up
a breeze comes along
and a leaf drops
makes ripples in the water
hear the wings flutter
all the bird songs
the light through trees
stand tall without sin
the only church a God could live in
you hate a baby – ’cause it’s black
look in the baby’s eyes that you hate
look in the man’s eyes that you hate
look in the woman’s eyes that you hate
look into your own eyes that you hate
look at those telling you to remain
where they hide – inside their pain
together you worshiping your rage
hiding behind some God’s name
you hate a baby – ’cause it’s black
while the white stallion
gallops on the lawn
bleeding from its eyes
slamming into thick doors
trying to break in
where the robed and hooded bigots
reside
and all of them have been
baptized
you hate a baby – ’cause it’s black
you hate a baby – ’cause it’s black
you hate a baby – ’cause it’s black