What the negro knows

"Through the eyes of black folks, Palestine's story unfolds,

How sorely it's missed, like yesterday's tales, left in the cold.

Our borders remain undefined, transcending religious binds,

United not by creed but by the strength of humankind.

We've endured being sidelined, downgraded, and pushed away,

Lives that truly matter often left in disarray.

Democrats left us adrift, like a ship without a sail,

No yard signs, no posts, just a plea to unveil.

Not to endorse Trump, but to grasp your full attention,

Enough is enough, time for a just ascension.

We asked you to see our shared humanity,

Hoping George Floyd's legacy would be our unity.

Yet the media dissects, tags, and signs,

Leaving truth behind, the message unwinds.

Faithful and hopeful, despite repeating the plea,

Sometimes it feels like repeating, as if I'm naïve or crazy.

Listening to shills for the Dems, telling me I'm strange,

Biden is our best hope, Trump they say, a different range.

Scratching my head, I ponder, was Clinton a friend?

He played the saxophone, like the Pied Piper, in the end.

Mice of men, led us to mass incarceration, that's true,

Promises broken, yet the Dems' tune remained askew.

Where's the legacy of Phillip, Bethune, or Du Bois,

Or perhaps even the singular focus of Booker T, a voice of poise."

I hope these revisions capture your message more effectively, Mr. Bronson. If you have any specific changes or additional feedback, please don't hesitate to share, and I'll continue refining it for you.