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Four Little Girls
Poet: Ken Jordan Poem: Four Little Girls Edited by: Sparkle Jordan written: August/2014 Perhaps  you remember  the four little girls,  savagely killed in the bombing of the 16th Street Baptist Church  in Birmingham - Or perhaps it's just a faded  memory, vanished through time - Maybe,  you were too young to remember, Or perhaps you weren't born, at the time it happened - But, if you knew  of  this seedy  racial attack, on the  all African-American  House  of worship, then it's impossible to forget..... Forget that racist klansmen,  planted a bomb under the steps  of God's House. Forget that four little girls, was preparing a sermon: "The Love That Forgives." when the bomb exploded. Forget that four little girls, lie breathless in the  ruins of the church - Forget that four mothers were left behind to suffer a lifetime with broken hearts, and weeping eyes. Forget the most bloodiest, heinous Sunday, under Southern sky's,   that reigns horror,   in black blood -  Black blood stains, in the pew - Black blood stains, in the pull-pit - Black blood stains, in the basement -  Black blood stains, everywhere - Black blood stains, that will never go away -  in Birmingham. How can we ever forget.... God,  want let us forget. For through the fire,  fallen brick  and shattered stain glass, God, left ONE stain glass windowpane  intact - JESUS leading the children - My God! My Lord!
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