A Poem about Lynching
In the shadows of memory, where darkness weaves,
A tale of anguish and hearts that grieve,
There lies a history fraught with pain,
Of lives shattered, souls scarred, and tears like rain.
In the annals of time, a dark stain etched deep,
A legacy of hatred, where humanity weeps,
Where ropes dangled as instruments of fear,
And the echoes of injustice lingered near.
Oh, the solemn trees, witness to the horror,
Branches twisted with sorrow, silenced forevermore,
For every life taken, an innocence lost,
A reminder of the true cost.
Let us not turn away, for it is our duty,
To confront the echoes of this brutal cruelty,
To honor the fallen, their stories untold,
Through words and compassion, a new chapter to unfold.
For the souls that were ravaged, the spirits torn,
We offer solace, for their pain we mourn,
With each syllable, let healing commence,
As we strive for justice, and recompense.
May this poem be a mirror, reflecting truth,
A testament to the lives stolen in their youth,
May it ignite empathy in hearts that read,
To eradicate this darkness, plant a better seed.
Let us rise like phoenixes, from the ashes of despair,
United in purpose, to cultivate a world more fair,
Where hatred and prejudice no longer hold sway,
And the horrors of lynching become a distant yesterday.
