Sandra and the Coward

Queen Sandra, cool and collected

removed herself from the way

of a weak-minded coward

on a sunny Texas day.

They both drove the open road

Coward made his lights flash

And the rest of her tale

was recorded on the dash.

Her eyes cut a look

that left the coward shook.

Her skin glowed a glare

that left the coward scared.

Coward scurried to his cruiser

wrote a bogus citation

crept back to Sandra’s window

in desperate need of an old nation.

Queen Sandra cut that look

to signify she didn’t fret.

Coward quivered in his boots.

Sandra puffed her cigarette.

The coward stamped and he cried

“This country belongs to me!”

Petrified by her glow,

too blind to ever see.

Sandra stood up tall.

Coward came up short.

Sandra stood so proud

that Coward called his cohorts.

“I can’t handle such a woman,

not all by myself!

Calling all cowards! Calling all cowards!

This Coward needs some help!”

Standing in the righteous.

Standing in no wrong.

Standing tall and proud.

The dashboard heard her song.

“My name is Sandra Bland.

Never frightened by no coward.

I’ll kill an ego with a glance

and show the world my power.

This country is Ours!”