After listening to this song last night (Ben Harper’s new album), I thought it would fit perfectly well with the lesson “Voices of protest” and how artists use their work to protest against a situation (The death of black people killed by the police , here)

Call It What It Is

they shot him in the back
now it’s a crime to be black
so don’t act surprised
when it gets vandalized

there’s good cops
bad cops
white cops
black cops

Trevon Martin
Ezel Ford
Michael Brown
and so many more

government, policing, hard times,
oppression, racism, fear, suffering
ain’t easy

gun control
mind control
self-control
we’ve dug ourselves a hole

call it what it is
murder

Hee is the complete poem by Emma Lazarus

The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”