Best Selma Poems

My family marched peacefully in Selma that day,
Hoping Martin’s spirit would lift us far away
From prejudice and violence that perpetrators
Had cast on us for centuries...

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Before “The March on Selma”, before it all began
James Orange was arrested; he was a giant of a man
It was Rumored they would lynch him
So...

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Spirits of the living mingle with the dead
Nightly, joining hands to march through Selma
Dr. King, their leader, the first called home
Returns to preach peace through...

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Selma started out with a little pup when she was nine.
He was a darling fellow, and best of all “all mine”.
Her parents thought the couple...

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It's late at night and I am yawning.
Not a good time for a poem to be spawning.
But never the less, I'm going to try.
No matter...

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American Pies and Porkies

I’m not American though I spent a year in California the land of beaches Hollywood 
‘flower power’ ‘Big Sur’ with dopey dreams...

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Abe Lincoln As A democrat
© Ben Burton 8-25-2014

The evil of men being sold
Long past, since Mr. Lincoln's fight
Still, dark suspicion blooms and grows
And loots the...

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Where was I on "Bull" Conner's day,
When the world saw white-hate on display?
Attack dogs, hoses, and lawmen's feet,
Blacks felled like timber on a southern street.
As...

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My ears hath heard the sweet music Of a New Orleans jug band, 
Whose sound can only compete with that of a sonorous slave spiritual
I...

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Morehouse grad who reached the heights.
Activist for civil rights.
Rhetor, rebel, reverend.
Toiled to segregation end.
In nonviolence believed.
Nobel Prize for Peace received.


Lincoln's words inspired his theme
Uttered in...

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He walks among us in Atlanta
though he be gone so long
He lives with them at Morehouse
voice echoes like a song

How ’bout Ebenezer 
where his words...

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As worshippers in Australia lift holy hands to Heaven
I recall promises to pray for the ill, the aged, the convalescent

Praise-worthy voices dance exquisitely, inside a...

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Got wrinkles on my hands
Been there then that
Got nowhere else to go
And nothing less to show
Got bunion on my feet
Been walking them there streets
Corns rubbing...

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I’d never really worried about meeting someone,
But the day that I met Selma, I understood why.
Everything about her told me that she was the one,
So...

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Lord, I hear Selma
And I see them coming one by one
Your dusky children with their dusty seat
Walking until they can get a seat
At the front...

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