Lynched Poems - Poems about Lynched

...In the tapestry of time, history became him. He wrote of equality, in the face of adversity. He wrote of a diverse nation, from the shackles of caste, sought liberation. He was hungry......Read the rest...

...As I stand in the shower washing my coily hair, seeing my brown skin, I think of how unheard of this simple task must have been, to my ancestors, my kin How they probably couldn’t shower with clea......Read the rest...

...Soul's laugh soul's cry Soul's live soul's die But what of the soul's of trees Sipping soil in which we bleed Nature uses our body to feed Colorful tears shed are leaves Falling like a ballet......Read the rest...

...I went to unpleasant places where there was no mention, or even a clear defination of the Holy of the Holies! Those unholy places were dens of fornicators who condoned anything immoral and n......Read the rest...

...Please Michelle Obama... can you save American democracy? I highly hugely grant Barack Hussein belated kudos what with his wizardesses in tow wrought wonders to one nation analogous whil......Read the rest...

...Still smarting from stupid scamming fraudsters... five months ago to the day Twas the cusp of tooth thousand twenty three summer solstice, when yours truly (a fool and his money went separate ......Read the rest...

..."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......Read the rest...

...Mamie Till Mobley demanded and open casket, to let the world see, the bloated, beaten body of her baby boy, who was lynched in Mississippi. His name was Emmett Till, a 14 year old black boy, ......Read the rest...

...Watching upcoming toilet bowl lvii highlight of February 12th, 2023 Above title attests how mine mundane mein kampf insync as a veritable clogged drain oh: flush with adventure overflowing exc......Read the rest...

...frontier justice the last horse thief lynched......Read the rest...

...What is this, what is that, who is this? There are words that we don't repeat twice Especially when we omit the little cedilla Please, my country is an island, a peninsula A very pretty country ......Read the rest...

...Before Toussaint and Dessalines It was nothingness Organs, guts and spleens Of our ancestors could be found alongside the roads Many fleeing poor slaves in disarray Were treated worse than anim......Read the rest...

...Truth’s not just in the beauty of our trees cherry blossom it’s pervading bouquet the falling confetti Truth’s whatever hangs from the tree like branches and fruit perhaps that lynched r......Read the rest...

...Trapped inside a wasteland, dying inch by inch Slave inside a rusted heart, feelings chained then lynched Later now than yesterday, earlier than goodbye Spooled like thread that can’t be ......Read the rest...

...My mind cannot erase the memory of Emmett Till I often dream about his badly-mutilated body – The fourteen-year-old Black lad mercilessly beaten To death … for ostensibly flirting with......Read the rest...