The People Poem by Tsunami HiroshiSu

Now the White People had skin white as the snow
And the Black People had skin black as the crow
The white skin wasn't special at all
You might think such a thing wouldn't matter at all

But because they were white, the White People
Would brag, "We're the best kind of people under the steeple."
With their snoots in the air they would sniff and they'd snort
"We'll have nothing to do with the Black People sort! "
And whenever they met some when they were out walking,
They'd hike right on past without even talking.

When the White children went out to play ball
Could a Black child get into the game? Not at all,
You could only play if your skin was white
And the Black children had none in sight

When the White People had frankfurter roasts
Or picnics or parties or marshmallow toasts
They never invited the Black People
They left them out in the cold and dark of the steeple
They kept them away and never let them near
And that's how they treated them year after year.

Then one day, while the Black People
Were moping and hoping alone under the steeple
Just sitting there wishing their skin was white
A stranger zipped up to help their plight

"My friends, " he announced in a voice clear and clean
"My name is Dr. Martin Luther King
And I've heard you're unhappy
But I can fix that; I'm the Fix-It-Up Chappie
I've come here to help you succeed
I'll do whatever you need."

And so Dr. King, he wrote a speech
And he gave it right there on the beach

He gave it to White People and Black People alike
He gave it to show we were wrong to dislike
Because we're all people
And we can live in peace under the steeple

It was a good speech
That he gave to those on the beach
But these things take time
And a whole lot of rhyme
To make you see what they have always believed
But change is coming slowly and we are all relieved

I wished it could be peaceful
This change from wrongful to rightful,
But alas some are against change
And some people thought it was strange

But little by little we are giving the Black People rights
Rights just the same as the Whites

This day we decide that People are People
And no kind of person is the best under the steeple
This day, all the People forgot about skin color
And whether they were different in any way other
This day we live in peace
And from those dark days we are all released

By those such as Dr. Seuss
Who taught me when it seems like there's no use
And I'll always be unhappy,
There will come a Fix-It-Up Chappie
To make the world a better place
And finding the discrimination to erase.