On this date
In nineteen- sixty-
three
Four little black
girls,
Addie Mae
Cynthia Dianne
Carol Denise
Carole Rosamond
Were killed
On a Sabbath morning
In September
At the 16th
Street Baptist Church
In Birmingham
While they sat in their
pews
Do you remember?
They were
Lovable
Sweet
Beautiful and smart
Mothers wept and moaned
Fathers seethed with
rage
Pain and sorrow
Rained down like the
concrete blocks
Shattering hopes
Destroying promise
Toppling dreams
May come
With the screams
Their little bodies
Buried in soot and
ash
Burned and scorched
Charred and scarred
To death
Entombed under the
rubble
Of hate
Mob rule
Out-lawlessness
Mean-spirited bull
dogs
Deranged gangs
And an ugly prejudice
Under covers of
Un-christened
pretense
Disguised in
whiteface
Protecting white
in-humanity
Kept in place
By one’s race
Four little black girls
Were killed
In a church which
Etched in the wood
panel
“Do this in Remembrance of Me.”
Come to the supper
table of the Lord
And remember His love
But four little girls
Were crucified
And died
On the cross
Of the freedom fight
For equal justice
And equal rights
They were killed
50 years ago
In September
Let us
Remember them
Proverbs 15:3
“The eyes of the Lord are in every place,
Keeping watch
Upon the evil and the good.”
Special note: I checked and found no black broadcast
channel giving any coverage
to acknowledge
and honor this critical date passing into our
history.
Thanks to HBO for
airing Spike Lee’s meaningful
documentary, “Four Little Girls”
Thanks also to MSBNC and C-Span the discussions
and recognition of this terrible
event
This is a beautiful and moving poem! Jen
ReplyDeleteFinally read it and it was beautiful!
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