If you would like to understand
And listen to a sad, sad story
Of happenings in th1s awful land.
A story of a brutal murder,
Done by a rich and powerful man,
Who beat to death a maid of colour,
With stylish cane held in his hand.
Hattie Carroll, an honest worker
Left her home that fateful day
But little did she stop to ponder
That she would never draw her pay.
She went to work that cold gray evening
As she had often done before
Serving food & drink to rich men
At the big hotel in Baltimore.
The big man pounded on the table,
She hardly heard what he did say,
When Hattie went to get his order,
He took his cane and flailed away.
She bent down & then she staggered
Her eyes could barely see the lights
But no one turned a hand to help her
It was a ball for socialites.
They took her to a place called Mercy
The doctor checked & shook his head
There's nothing now I can do/her
Alas she was already dead.
The church was crowded at the funeral
Good people mourn, her children weep
She left a family filled with sorrow
And to us all a pledge to keep.
A pledge that we shall end such sadness,
Brought on by men of powerful name,
Nor ever forget this honest mother,
For we must end this awful shame!
Contributed by dq82 - 2016/10/26 - 18:03
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