RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: CIVIL RIGHTS
Till (on MLK Day)
A fine young man of fourteen years
He came down from the Windy City
He walked into a southern town
Where he found a woman pretty
He might have whistled
He might have smiled
The woman was offended
She was of gentile breeding
He was from slaves descended
Her husband and his brother
Took the boy away
They beat him down and cut him up
Put a bullet in his brain
They threw his body in the river
Where it drifted several days
When they finally pulled the body out
His bruised and bloated remains
His mother swore they would remember
The young man they had slain
The shocking death that shook a mountain
That echoed on the Hill
The boy they beat and shot that day
By the name of Emmett Till
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