Mr. Hill, my old friend,
Looks like your dream is at an end.
They’ve torn your houses down
All over Quakertown.
There’s nothing left to defend.
I know you weren’t allowed to vote
On that petition that they wrote.
But now the lawyers say
You have to move away
“To beautify our city” quote unquote.
There’s only empty land
Where your homes used to stand
And your white lilacs grew.
The city wants its park
And your skin is just too dark.
There’s nothing much we can do.
Out beyond the tracks is where you’ll be.
No water and no electricity.
Now each college mother knows
Your sons no longer pose
A danger to her daughter’s chastity.
We both know it isn’t right.
But you could never win this fight.
How long can one man
Stand up to the Klan?
Sometimes I’m ashamed to be white.
There’s only empty land
Where your homes used to stand
And your white lilacs grew.
The city wants its park
And your skin is just too dark.
There’s nothing much we can do.
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