Best Lynching Poems

The Cross and The Lynching tree are the two most emotional depictions
Of the African experience in America when it comes to the descriptions
Of the historical circumstances that define my people's struggle
Of the hatred, the pain and the injustice nothing but trouble
Torn down and broken hearted...

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The tree stands limp, dormant within a garish black unheard sky
Innocently displaying
(Mans inferiority complex)
Light reflects white which lays in leaf and dried blood
Which once flowed as two, then, young men
 
The dark is lost ..in time..yet again
 
Angelic sprites hang as christmas baubles for those
Who...

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The Lynching of Ridley Colt

Gathered in saloon they were... all boldest men of Pecos.
So thought they all of Ridley Colt... was time his just deserve.
Wisky flowed as though their last... courage bought in each hot glass...
Fury raged against Ridley Colt... that night of reckoning in...

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Chicago native Emmett Till would no longer be alive
after he was lynched in the state of Mississippi in 1955.
Till was on summer vacation in a village called Money.
It's located in the delta region of the river Mississippi.
The fourteen year old was beaten and shot in...

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"HIGH TECH LYNCHING"

April 6, 2023, a dark and sad day in Tennessee history
Black men striped of their first amendment right to tell their story
The Declaration of Independence, states that "all men are created equal"
But the miscarriage of justice carried out in Nashville, quite illegal

Two young...

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“Lynching”

Black man floating in space
Knotted rope about his face
Crosses burning
White sheets chanting

Black man squirming     
Blue knee choking 
Buildings burning
Dark nights looming

A noose from a tree
A boot and a knee
A black man dead
No one lead

Gutters vomiting
Jesus faltering
Canisters of tears
Scattering fears

Memories from the...

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Lynching Live; So What? Trumped-Up Normality Reins

Knee lynching streamed live,
Shadowed death’s source is revealed;
Justice remains blind!

Cameras roll, showing death’s shadowed 
source.
Cameras don’t lie; streaming the truth of
live murder.
Oppressive actions of intentional racialism
unveiled;
Yet, lynched justice remains dangling on the
tree of life.

In oppression, when freedom fires flare-up,
Executive...

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The Lynching

Oh how it is, to be an oak tree, 
one time a nut and now mighty. 
One time blooming in the bright sunlight, 
now it is tarnished by winter’s blight. 

So hideous and putrid the acts of man, 
even the vultures dare not perch...

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Santa went out last night dressed as the Grinch. 
Partied too much got into a tight pinch. 
Woke with aching hangover.
Mrs. Santa, boil-over, 
Bells ringing, threaten with deer's reins to lynch.

11/13/2022

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Mountains were coming down to
never-home,
in surreal rebuff to shaking earth;
emerging from the shadows of sky.

In groping for the legs
this was the myth of lynching.
You are drenched in the rains
of promises.

A kiss for each lethal penetration,
for global time-
you are becoming a wasteland
borne out of swollen fingertips-

who...

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I’m calling you out!
Many ‘came and went,’ but after George Floyd, I thought it was done;
Now, two more possibly got hanged, and another, shot with a gun.
‘Black disrespect’ is real! In the midst of protesting over the same;
These ‘white’ cops perpetrated this undeniably racist act...

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(Southern hospitality with a twist of lemon and a rope)

Who dares to serve me tea with lemon?!
On my own plantation born in heaven
Flowing in the land of milk and honey
Did I not say please....I'm sure I did

But now comes the first meal of the day...

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We saw blood on the leaves
Yeah! Blood filling the roots
Our ancestors hanging from trees
Their blood flowing out to the slave seas

Chained crews taken
To the cane fields
Haiti toppled from the outside, see reels
Shaken down to it’s knees

What they set out to achieve 
Ain't no lie, ain't...

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In the backroads there's a legend
By the old black hanging tree
That this is the old crossroads
Where the devil comes to me
There's nothing near, it's barren
But the tree and an old rope
It is dark, and bleak and distant
And all devoid of hope
Is this the famous crossroads
where...

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You know that they are many
And you’re asking ‘if any?’
Those who could kill for Penny
For it search Nook and Cranny

You know that they are heady
And for lynching The Ready, 
For every touched property
And The Thief of Puberty
And just there - Pubic Hair
Making The Theft Quite...

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