The Lonesome Life of George Zimmerman

The Lonesome Life of George Zimmerman
by Richard B. and Lawrence Auster
Based on Bob Dylan’s “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll” (lyrics, original recording)

George Michael Zimmerman shot young Trayvon Martin
With a pistol he carried on his nightly surveillance
At a gated community in the city of Sanford
And the cops were called in and his weapon took from him
And they rode him in custody down to the station
And took statements and evidence that backed up his story
With nothing to show it was not how it happened
They couldn’t hold a man for defending his own life
And set George Michael Zimmerman free without charges.

But you who stir up the black race
And mock the white man’s fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears.

George Michael Zimmerman who has 28 years
A man of mixed race with a Peruvian mother
Had once helped a black man a cop had mistreated
Volunteered to act as a neighborhood watchman
To protect the community from burglary and stealing
To watch out for persons of suspect intentions
Carried a gun to protect his own safety
Called up the police when he saw something happening
A man acting strangely who was not someone known there
Walking behind houses and not on the main road
A crime can be stopped before it’s enacted.

But you who indict the white race
And stir the black man’s fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears

Trayvon Martin was a student in high school
He was seventeen years old and had once stolen jewelry
Suspended from school on three separate occasions
According to his brother he had punched a bus driver
He had once looked boyish but now acted dangerous
Styled himself as the NO LIMIT NIGGA
Quoted rap lyrics that threatened to kill women
Wore gold in his teeth and he talked like a hoodlum
Was walking around without a clear purpose
It was raining and dark and he wore a gray hoodie
Didn’t like being followed by the neighborhood watchman
Who called out to Trayvon for identification
And the watchman was struck in the face unexpected
By a fist through the air that slammed into his nose
He fell to the ground and found himself pummeled
By young Trayvon Martin who said he would kill him
Who kept beating his head on the hard concrete sidewalk
In fear for his life Zimmerman reached for his pistol
A struggle, a gunshot, and Trayvon lay dying!

But you who stir up the black race
And mock the white man’s fears
Take the rag away from your face
Now ain’t the time for your tears

In the media the anchormen found Zimmerman guilty
Said Trayvon was harmless and Zimmerman had tracked him
They told lies about Zimmerman that everyone swallowed
And the watchman was turned into a murdering racist
Who killed unarmed Trayvon for no other reason
Except he was feeling that way without warning
When he saw Trayvon’s blackness he just had to shoot him
Because that’s the way whites are and everyone knows it
And though Zimmerman was Hispanic it didn’t make no difference
The media made him a symbol of whiteness
The land of the free was the lynch mob nation
With blacks and white liberals spreading hatred of Zimmerman
Who went into hiding in fear for his own life
And blacks attacked whites in the city of Sanford
And threatened race war if he wasn’t arrested
A prosecutor was picked and she called no grand jury
She met Trayvon’s parents and bonded and prayed with them
And so it happened, as the liberals wanted
George Michael Zimmerman, with a murder indictment.

But you who stir up the black race
And mock the white man’s fears
Bury the rag deep in your face
For now’s the time for your tears.

Posted by Lawrence Auster at April 12, 2012 12:11 AM | Send