Injustice Soul: The Story of Emmet Louis Till

Sat, 03/26/2016 - 21:40 -- Bkelly

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.

 

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