Unveiled Hatred in the Lone-Star State
The Murder of James Byrd, Jr.
Jennifer Urie
They were monsters those three
attacking from the nights darkness;
vicious, thoughtless soulless
the cowards dragged your beaten battered body
down that ugly isolated
road. Backwards, texas nothing-of-a-road.
Dust and blood and hatred.
Mixed a sick coctail
In the air.
The wicked chain
Behind the big clumsy truck
Moved violently, crazily, wildly
Across the blood-stained gravel,
Leaving broked hearts
And unrealized dreams
Behind it.
Barren fields and decaying trees
Ticked by like final moments.
It ended
Right there
Where children walked to school
Carrying books,
Where me nand women strolled hand in hand
Making plans
Dust lingered long
On that night you died.
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