Get Off the Bus!
Was this a dream and a demon's bus?
Who was the conductor who seemed so evil?
The part of the story I know for sure,
A Guardian Angel was really there.
Note: Rosa Parks refused to give up her seat to a white man on December 1, 1955. She became A Civil Rights Activist and received many accolades during her lifetime. In 1999, she was awarded the Congressional Gold Medal, the highest award given by the U.S. legislative branch.
I walked up the steep hill from my home
At least twenty minutes or thereabouts.
As usual, I was running late
To meet the bus, it would not wait.
The drizzling rain was now destroying
My shoes, my hair-do, and now my mood.
All gave way to my utter frustration,
If I miss the bus my boss will fuss.
At the top of the hill I would see for sure,
It rested there before it turned around.
I reached the place where I could see,
Was anyone waiting, there was only me.
Who Was This Angry Man?
There it was but there was something wrong,
No engine running, the lights turned off.
I knew it could suddenly start up and go,
I don't trust buses, and I should know.
I hurried toward my intended conveyance,
It waited while I got closer and closer.
I was watching it and it was watching me,
I jumped on the step and then I screamed.
I had jumped into a hostile, angry face,
"Get off this bus", he said, "Get off".
My heart began to race, a voice so gruff,
Right there and then I'd had enough.
A Guardian Angel
"What do you mean, get off this bus?"
"This ain't where one gets on", he said
He glared and shook his angry head,
"This is where one gets off", his face so red.
My father taught me well and I sure knew
I would stay right there 'til he went blue.
I looked up and said a prayer,
Miss Rosa Parks, are you there?
Rosa and I stayed on that bus,
She held my hand and we prayed together.
Give us the strength to withstand a threat,
We need not fight, just love each other.