Them boys marched down in Charlottesville,
A hundred strong, if one,
Determined force—if looks could kill
Then theirs at least would stun.
An onlooker to the parade—
He did not have a gun—
Said, “They want me to be afraid,
But we’ve already won.”
They tried to show, by what they wore,
And by their mien of anger,
That their lot stood superior
And posed clear, present danger.
Indeed, some innocents were harmed,
One killed, when all was done,
But one man—though he felt alarmed—
Said, “We’ve already won.
“They try to style themselves, as per
The color of their skin,
Superior, but murderer
Or many—they can’t win.
“One need not draw on DNA
To trump the faulty logic,
The truth is out, regardless they
Try violence demagogic.
“To mask their insecurities,
They march, but they will run,
For time and truth are after these
And we’ve already won.”
He let escape a weary sigh,
“What’s new beneath the sun?
So some of us have got to die,
But—we’ve already won.”