Injustice Soul: The Story of Emmet Louis Till
A glance, a whistle, a smile is a
deathwish in Mississippi.
NO.
Your skin, your nose, your eyes
was the deathwish of Emmet Louis Till.
Why so young he leaves this Earth,
just as his birth.
At age fourteen
unknown of the low-key works of evil.
Why must his mother see a face unrecognizable ?
Beaten, shoved, helpless, understandable?
NO.
Victims of assault over misunderstandings, misperceptions,
missing questions
on whose fault it was.
Well...whose life was ended,
leaving an unjustice soul to roam
for the injustice showed.
This poem is about:
My country
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