Thursday, May 7, 2015

Lynch Byrd

Oh say Byrd,
did you see
by the dawn’s early light
what History so proudly repeated
with broad stripes and bright stars in one hand and plain white sheets in the other?

Bye-bye Byrd
hanging from a tree
in ol’ Mississippi

And when your body was found there,
authorities found no proof
of ladder nor chair
Oh say Byrd, how did you get there?

Did you die afraid
in the land of the free
and the home of the brave?

And where is that band
who so vauntingly swore
to uphold the constitution?

Who is it, in a civil land,
that smites the courts
and seeks restitution? 

Has trust been stolen from God
and given to man?
Man, who ripes his own
strange fruits to hang from the trees
that bless the land?

Fly home Byrd singing,
Finally Free!
from ol’ Misissipp

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