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The heart is mightier than the mind,

I once heard a clever man say,

As he was struck to his death,

And was buried that very day.



He had a series of blood gashes on his back,

From where he had been slashed,

They never listened to what he had to say,

So all of his dreams were smashed.



Beaten down because of his skin color,

Not by the size of his personality, or heart,

Working till his hands viciously bleed,

While watching his family being torn apart.



Down the field from where he would work,

He sees a child with thick black bruises on his back,

All he wanted was to be like the others,

But he wasn't a person, just because he was black.



The tears that rapidly flow from his eyes,

Were tears of seeing mom and dad up for sale,

He was beaten till he just couldn't hold on,

And now he is buried where he fell.



If they would have only used their hearts,

There would not be all these tears,

But instead they used their minds,

For so many uncountable years.