Juneteenth
Jubilance is too mild of a word to describe what the slaves must have felt.
Unbelievable would not be truthful because they anticipated freedom.
Northerners achieved surrender from Southerners, but the nation lost.
Evil took a break as slaves celebrated, only to return in a different form.
Though thousands lost their lives, there was indeed a new birth of freedom
Everything changed except many hearts, but Blacks were no longer property.
Eating at the core of every soul were wounds that only God could heal.
Natives from Africa, a new race created by blood, hate, sweat, and tears.
Time heals all wounds, they say, which indicates a never-ending task.
History is replete with man's cruelty to each other, and the drumbeats of hatred continue.
06182018PoetrySoupContest, Juneteenth, Edward Ibeh, 2P
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