Roll call of the silenced,
Thousands hung by the neck,
Strangling their voices in death,
Here in America.
Now their names cry out,
From hundreds of metal beams
Hanging overhead in hushed quiet,
“We were murdered by mobs
To silence others with horror,
And ‘keep them in their place,’
Just because we were black.”
A slow walk through
Stuns the soul, speechless.
(On a hill overlooking
Montgomery, Alabama.)
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