The Bigotry Blues

The Bigotry Blues

By Paul McCann

Justice won’t you come and walk beside me ,

hold me up before I fall on my knee

I’ve been refused help and badly abused ,

 living too long with the bigotry blues

I’ve hardly got the strength to carry on,

I’ve been kicked and battered for much too  long ,  

I’ve done nothing wrong that’s why I’m confused ,

 tied to the ground with the bigotry blues  .

Justice can you hear me , I know you’re there ,

can you be on my side, somehow, somewhere ,

since the day I was born , it begs belief ,

I’ve been suffering here with no relief .

Feeling low down with the bigotry blues ,

 it’s hard to keep calm so hard to defuse   

There’s a bitter taste that’s too hard to chew ,

so I’ve swallowed my pride my whole life through  .

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