The Bloody Sunday On The Bridge In Selma Poem by Hebert Logerie

The road to Freedom is never easy
It is infested with angry foxes and deadly racists
It is indeed full of danger and treachery
My People are fearless in front of the fascists
Who are too selfish and ignorant to see
When they are on the wrong side of history.
My People were relentless and focused on the prize
Which was “the rights” to vote freely like all citizens
Of great nations. My People had no fear of guns, lies,
Clubs, batons, rods, vicious dogs, and water canons
In order to reach their goals in unity.
The road to Liberty is difficult, and never easy
The images are ugly, disturbing, and bloody
My People are not afraid to make sacrifices
To fight for Justice and to expose the lies.
It was fifty years ago that my brothers and sisters
Of all races were tear-gassed, stumped on, beaten
Insulted, assaulted and killed like murderers
It was half a century ago that God’s children
Were assassinated for defying the naughty racists
In Selma, Alabama. Fifty years later, a Black President
Along with Congressman Lewis, among our Heroes
Still living, are leading the Freedom March. The zeroes
And racist cops of yesteryear are not in the present
They are forgotten, not forgiven; they’re buried in the past.
My brave People, the righteous ones, have at last
Overcome. “Free at last! ” echoed the King
“Free at last! ” responded the mighty crowd
Free at last! Let’s say it loud, louder - very loud
So the deaf, who are asleep, can hear us
We want Liberty, Peace and Justice
For all. Many things have changed
But we must continue to fight, to re-arrange
The marbles. We need to remain active and vigilant
“Cause the enemies are sneaky, and malevolent
The road to Freedom is never easy
It is often highly treacherous and deadly.

Copyright © March 7,2015 Logerie Hébert, All Rights Reserved
Hebert Logerie is the author of several collections of poems.