Lynching
Looking up with tears I remember
But who can ever forget?
The many bodies on those trees
that were hung up by their necks
Lynch mob gathering
With evil intentions, hearts grown cold
Noose in hand swung over a tree
Will the truth ever be told?
From standing upon a selling box
Their final journey ended here
Hanging in visual terror
For all to see and fear
Dear White People
I am asking you
How can we reconstruct
And build trust from silent oppression
When your legacy of lynching has gone untouched
These victims cry out from the grave
Like branches on a willow tree
A memorial we must build unto them
And to all affected
by slavery
Breaking the cycle for future generations
Yet around and around we go
Modern day lynching still occurring
You will never change what you don’t know
When will you exonerate the innocent victims?
Strung up for violating the racial hierarchy
Multiple sites of horror on land
What a vicious racial history
Hangman’s knot wrapped around ragged rope
Leaving photo stain of racial violence
Exhibits of artistic brutality
This strange act made no sense
If we published the
complex list of names
What would the inventory of time say?
Are we dreaming about equal justice?
Is it even possible today?
Meet me at the hanging tree
Where the fruit suspended there is important to me
There a dead man is calling thee
To right the wrongs of history
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