The book that I am reading is called “What Are We Fighting For” and I am going to write a poem from the book. This story is trying to say that when white people died in World War 2 they were celebrated and when black people dide the didn’t celebrate.
The Colour Of Your Skin.
You would have thought that in a war
The colour of your skin would make no difference
But in the great war only white American soldiers
Were allowed to die in glory
The Harlem Hellfighters
So brave they would have faced the devil himself
Won the Croix de Guerre
But returned to America to find their deeds of heroism ignored
Today you might find this story hard to believe.