To the sorrowful
story of Emmett Till--
A black
fourteen-year-old lad
Who hadn't done what
they said he had
In August of 1955.
In August of 1955.
It's possible he
could still be alive
If only he…if
only…well,
Listen to what I
have to tell.
Caught in one of
those circumstances
Of having made
sexual advances,
Till, whose actions
were taken for granted--
Note: his accuser
later recanted--
Was brutally
tortured, lynched, and shot.
His body was left in
the river to rot
Not very far from
Glendora, Miss.
How shocking to hear
stories like this!
Two white men, in a
great hurry,
Were later acquitted
by an all-white jury.
Such incidents are a
wound indeed
On the soul of
America. Watch it bleed!
In 2007 a sign was
erected
At the site of the
murder, but someone objected,
And suddenly the
sign disappeared,
Just as many people
had feared.
A second sign
replaced number one,
But thugs seeking
perverse fun
Destroyed the sign with bullets, and so
Sign number two had
to go.
Officials did what
they had to do,
And sign number
three replaced number two.
Within a few weeks,
it, too, was marred
With bullet holes
leaving it scarred.
The bullet-riddled
sign demonstrates
There's work left to
do in all fifty states.
Prejudice and hatred
are blinding;
The road to justice
is long and winding.
-by Bob B (8-21-18)
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