Death Riot
Beverly T. Morrison
Little girl,
Watching fire,
In the fireplace.
Pretty sight,
Warms the night,
Light dances across her face.
White folks,
Light jokes,
Look at the lousy black man. Slap him good,
Take his food,
Just don't let him fight back, man.
Fire kindles,
Sparks fly,
The flames are getting bigger. He wants rights,
Just hates whites,
By God, I'll get that nigger.
Bonfire roars,
Strapped to the boards,
A man with a curse in his eyes.
The men all laugh,
As his brown skin turns black,
And the flames silence his cries.
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