jimcrow
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A stately house it is!
With elegant architecture and an embellished door
However the interior
Is full of gore
It smells
Of burning flesh- Of death
And often one hears wails
“Let freedom ring!” Cried Jim Crow
Movements and martyrs,
The power in the moment
of the voice, long ago lost -stolen- Found again!
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