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!
Copyright © Ken Jordan | Year Posted 2014
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