Subtitle: An immediate reaction to the verdict in vers libre
There were days, in this land of the free and home of the brave, when lynchings were staged without charge, events for purveyors of cowardice and spewers of hate’s venom and their spectators – the old, too old not to have learned the better way of common human decency that accords to all basic dignity and the young, ne’er taught by the old to know better than to laugh in the face of human misery; the only price paid by the wretched souls hoisted on the scaffolds of these enemies of God’s Love, the bodies of whom, as strange fruit, were further despoiled by stones thrown and torches lit and justice was a word seldom heard and less applied to that class of folk, the colored, made to be eternal sufferers.
Today, justice has a color, nay, colors. Finally, red, white, and blue.
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