Hello, Poetry
Classics
Words
Blog
F.A.Q.
About
Contact
Guidelines
© 2024 HePo
by
Eliot
Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads.
Become a member
Bob B
Poems
Mar 2021
****** Sunday
For what occurred on March 7,
There was truly no excuse.
Although the day started out calmly,
Before long all hell broke loose.
The year: 1965.
Selma, Alabama: the place.
Six hundred marchers for freedom
And state troopers stood face to face.
The goal of the marchers was a demand
For equal rights in the voting booth,
For the tight grip of Jim Crow laws
In America was an ugly truth.
The plan: a peaceful march from Selma
To the Alabama capital, where
They would take their grievances
To the governor. What's fair is fair.
Reaching the Edmund Pettus Bridge--
Named, by the way, after a man
Who'd been a Confederate general
And member of the Ku Klux ****--
The marchers stopped. The state troopers
Told them all to turn around.
However, the marchers, one of whom
Was John LewisΒ°, stood their ground.
Soon the state troopers advanced,
Wearing gas masks and waving their sticks.
They threw some whips and tubing wrapped
In barbed wire into the mix.
Men, women, and children were beaten.
Blood was flowing; marchers were screaming.
Some of white spectators were
Holding Confederate flags and beaming.
That evening, while millions were watching
"Judgment at Nuremberg" on TV,
The movie was interrupted by scenes
Of the brutal assault for all to see.
The day is known as ****** Sunday--
A day that we should never forget.
And yet today the voting rights
Of people of color are still under threat.
When we restrict the right to vote,
Democracy's up against the wall.
No one is free until ALL are free.
Equal rights means justice for all.
-by Bob B (3-6-21)
Β°American politician, statesman, and civil rights activist who served in the U.S. House of Representatives from 1987 until his death in 2020
Written by
Bob B
Follow
π
π
π
π
π
π€―
π€
πͺ
π€
π
π¨
π€€
π
π’
π
π€¬
0
116
Please
log in
to view and add comments on poems