White smiling faces
In the courtroom
In the south
Silent voices in the rear
Blacks only
Reads the sign
In center of the country
They huddle around televisions
Around corner stores
Around news stands
Around the coffin
Morning, praying, crying
Who could do this
A young man reduced to a pulp
Scars left on a well spoken black familyAs white faces smile in the south
** I love writing poetry :)
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