Emmett Till

I have a story to tell One that doesn't end well So I advise you to take a break For this will cause your heart to ache A fourteen year old boy Used as a decoy To manipulate and destroy A message sent to employ A hatred to kill joy He was a child A boy who always smiled With a spirit so wild They defined As something to scrutinise Something to demonise Something to criminalise Which ultimately led to his demise They spread lies So they could despise Without having to apologise So they could victimise The woman to vocalise Her hatred she utilised The power of her eyes And fake cries So they would empathise And not recognise Her plan to intensify Their superiority To keep the minority Without democracy So forever in history We would be seen As an inferiority Now this is the part What breaks my heart And is forever scarred By their lack of heart The peaceful night Interrupted by their plight To start a fight Between black and white Emmett Till was kidnapped He tried to fight back Took from his family home He must've felt so alone He was dragged and beaten His fate already written They took out their weapons Their weapons had spoken And sent that poor angel baby to heaven And if that wasn't enough They decided to have more fun Because they didn't see him as human So with a large metal fan They began To tie it around his neck Without regret But let's not forget The used barbed wire instead Left in the river His killers Whisper They called him a