By: Cedric McClester

Those redneck crackers
Chose to spill
The innocent blood
Of young Emmett Til
An image that
Stays with me still
And I believe
It always will

Imagine that
You were the mother
Of ten year old
Clifford Glover
Only to wake up
To discover
That he was dead
Somehow or other

The cops said
He was running and
They mistook him
For a grown man
Caught with
Nothing In his hand
She was asked
To just understand

There are others
Too numerous to name
Who might never
Achieve the same fame
Of those above
Whom I have claimed
But they’re as noteworthy
Just the same








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