WHY?

WHY? By: George F Newton Why? Why?...Why? Why must these things be so? Why?...Why?...Why? Why is hate allowed to grow?   The red race is banished from their native land Nearly wiped out by war and disease Manifest Destiny carried out as planned Leaving settlers to do as they please Why?...Why?...Whyyy? Why is genocide met with pride?   The black race is snatched by their brother And sold on the block to another Isolated from their families Made field hands and wet nurse Mammys Pawns of the mercantile trade The yellow race toils on the rails To clear a path for other eastern males Bound by rickshaw, laundry or opium den Never to be recognized as men Immigrants treated as miscreants Huddled masses banished to tenement squalor Robber baron minions exhausted to make millions Factory fodder bound for fields of Potter Why?...Why? Whyyy? Why must greed be most men's creed? Women are treated worst of all No matter which race, creed or color they fall If all of us are equal in the eyes of the Lord Then why can't our freedom be restored?   I wish that something could be done I wish that freedom could be won I wish I didn't have to cry Or even have to ask you why? Why must these things be so? Why must the-ese things be so?