President Roosevelt, you
Are our Commander in Chief.
As such, I appeal
To you for relief.
Respectfully, sir,
I await your reply
As I train here to fight,
Perhaps to die.
I am a soldier
Down in Alabam
Wearing the uniform
Of Uncle Sam.
But when I get on the bus
I have to ride in the back.
Rear seats only
For a man who’s black.
When I get on the train,
It’s the Jim Crow car—
That don’t seem to jibe
With what we’re fighting for.
Mr. President, sir,
I don’t understand
Democracy that
Forgets the black man.
Respectfully, therefore,
I call your attention
To these Jim Crow laws
Your speeches don’t mention.
I ask why YOUR soldiers
Must ride in the back,
Segregated—
Because we are black?
I train to fight,
Perhaps to die.
Urgently, sir,
I await your reply.