For the heat of the sun they pay your dues
From the frost of the cold for me they refuse
On this continent you gladly experiment
Perfectly exacting your regiment
Then you publish your essay
Conveniently forgetting the part you play
Tuskegee lives on though most forget
Modern day targets still blind to the threat
Do you think this won’t come back to you?
The clandestine methods and who you choose
People are people no matter their face
Not to test, repress because of their race
SURELY THIS MUST HAVE OCCURRED TO YOU
Now why does that make sense to you?
