Steven Taylor Poems
The racist cloaks his loathing thoughts
behind deceiving eyes
Those men who once wore hoods and robes
Today wear shirts and ties
Their methods changed but yet and still,
Their mission is the same
Today they lynch with politics,
the racist's favorite game
Divide and conquer is their plan
to keep minorities
From seeing that the forest lies
just shortly past the trees
Racism lurks within the press,
courthouses, banks and schools
Black folks convinced that all is well
have certainly been fooled
A racist underground exists, ...
I Miss You Doc
I miss you doc, wish you were here
to tend to all our ills
miss your prescriptions...
miss your pills....
the remedy you always gave
with your supernattra skills
I miss you doc, I miss the love, ..
fit me like a glove!