Emmett Till Poem by Jesse Pickens

Emmett Till



Body left dissipated, obliterated,
oh Emmett Till,
Investigators could not tell if it was a human or mutilated road kill,
his eye was gouged from his head,
barbed wire tied around his neck,
all because a caucasian woman,
claimed she didn't get proper respect

oh Emmett Till,
Money Mississippi was the place,
you were not guilty of the case,
but you were guilty of your race,
to much melanin in your face,

Oh Emmett Till,
they say your case changed the land,
apparently not,
ask George Zimmerman,
but in your case the INNOCENT man was named Roy Bryant,
When reporters asked him did he kill you he surely didn't deny it,

Oh Emmett Till,
While you are sitting next to our heavenly father,
tell him to touch our country's heart if he bother,
then we all can have a peaceful space,
my prayer is one day All of God's children,
Become one race...

Tuesday, June 17, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: History
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Jesse Pickens

Jesse Pickens

Tuscaloosa, Alabama
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