Lynching Poems - Poems about Lynching

RamaRajya, Mahatma Gandhi’s non-violent utopia of mutual tolerance, has no place for bigots who lynch and leech the Weak. Lynch my body Pinch my soul Punch my pride Drench my blood Staunch be your henchmen Bunch of bigoted hooligans Flinch us they from progress Wrench us they from justice Exhaust every trick in your bag Pull every arrow off your quiver Bribe your cheerleaders forever Swing your...

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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 near the stand. For a simple man hangs up 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 black Representatives expelled from the state house Wrongfully discarded, unconstitutionally trashed,...

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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 no dream The enslaved Screamed Our Blood on the leaves Copyright March 4,...

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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 A Fun Holiday Limerick Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin...

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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 Unfair … A Poverty of Ideas By Man who Poverty fears!...

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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 the head. His body was dumped in the Tallahatchie River when...

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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 past Recall the last Nothing changed Our nation estranged Horrible brutality Watching reality A hang...

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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 once again. I couldn’t believe it; their actions were, brazen, brash...

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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 ordered murderers begin shooting; Revealing despotic authority racialism controls. With the support...

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Today, lynching has gone From roped necks and trees To piercing bullets and klan knees; Free from guilt and doing no wrong. Yet, the hued victims remain the Same; And seeking immediate justice seems Just insane; Today’s dead man walking, is surely A young or old black; There’s no shadow of doubt that normal Racist murder is back. Those blacks that the present pandemic pulsating virus Don’t...

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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 spoiled With a biter taste of lemon in place of honey What...

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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 the devil makes a deal It depends on what you're willing To...

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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 in the valley of despair Death seemed like the only way...

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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 Pecos. Days all not so long since past... find him now...

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