Melvyn Davis - 'Im Not Hung Up...On Race?'

This poem can be found on Facebook (http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/note.php?note_id=95247592736&id=849944728&ref=mf) but for those without it, I fort i'd share it, coz its got a very deep poem.

We were hung from trees,
As strange fruit*, with each gentle breeze,
We waved at passers-by,
The stench of our death,
Made our children sneeze, and brought mothers to their knees,

No trial, no justice, no dignity,
Emancipated from physical slavery, but mentally still not free,
Given liberty, but no protection,
Given equality, dressed in discrimination.

Lest we forget it was because of our race,
We were hunted and enslaved and folks spat in our face,
We were taught to believe that we were inferior,
We were uncivilised and that they were superior.

Some of us still think this way,
And some of them do too.
So do I have a chip on my shoulder - in fact I have two;
Chip one, says; I'm black and equal to you,
Chip two says; If you have a problem with that, then I've gotta a problem with you.

(c) Melvyn Davis 2009
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* Strange fruit - by Billie Holiday - a term used to describe the burnt bodies of black people left hanging from trees.

He also adds that 'No one says, that Jews are hung up about the holocaust. They have coined the phrase "lest we forget' and ensured that their children never forget what happened to them in the past to ensure it never happens again.' He goes on to pose the question:
Are black people, more hung up on race than any other race? If not, then why not? and Should we be? *DISCUSS*