Gil Scott-Heron - The Klan

And downhill the riders came
Lord it was a cryin' shame
To see the blood upon their whips

To hear the snarlin' from their lips
And I cried mother, mother I feel a stabbing pain
Blood runs down like summers rain

And each one wore a mask of white
To hide his cruel face from sight
And each one sucked a hungry breath

Out of the empty lungs of death
And I say sister, sister, I need you to take my hand
It's always lonely when it's time to stand

He who rides with the klan
Is a devil and not a man
For underneath his white disguise

I have looked into his eyes
And I say brother, brother, stand by me
It's not so easy to be free