Saxophone

Black hands encircle an ivory moon
Eyes dance like stars,rejoice too soon
Feet drag their doubts,hearts skip a beat
Play that sax,the charm is complete
Black eyes eager,the reticent can sleep
The faces laugh but the sax will weep
Tomorrow my house will be bombed down
And the white will say,shoot the clown
They killed my sister,they shot my son
But tonight is the sax,no smoking gun
And brother when you are in the ghetto
Like us,sinners in paradise
Black harlem,your home where
The saxophone never dies…