Bloody Sunday

Bloody Sunday

Spider Martin’s most well-known photograph, Two Minute Warning, shows marchers facing a line of state troopers in Selma moments before police beat the protestors on March 7, 1965. The day became known as Bloody Sunday.

It was just 54 miles
Honoring Jimmie Lee
Died protecting
His Mama

Led by John Lewis
And 3 others
Joined by 600 more
Marched from Selma

Heading Southeast
On US Hwy 80
Men and women
For Voting Rights

Over Edmund Pettus Bridge
Named for a KKK member
One who fought
To keep them down

Line of white men
In blue uniforms
Stood waiting
At the county line

Said to stop
They refused
They had a right
To go to the Capitol

Billy clubs
And guns
were drawn
Waiting for the signal

Knowing their fate
They stood firm
Their time was now
Voting rights for all

The White men
Rushed them
Billy clubs, tear gas
Stinging eyes

Ms. Boynton
Lay unconscious
It didn’t matter
If they beat a woman

Hands over his head
John was clubbed
Was sure he would die
Scars visible still

Cries, shouts, chaos
Filled the air
As they fled back
Into Selma

Seventeen hospitalized
50 plus treated
Minor injuries
Skin, bodies broken
Not their spirit
They would march again

We remember
As we march
Across that bridge
Bloody Sunday

Wild Thing ©March 5, 2019

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Never Again

Digital Art by Wild Thing

Quiet
Tock, tock, breath

Stillness
Heavy weight
Can’t move

Fear
Deep
Soul fear

No life
Above
Shaking

Warm
His blood
Her tears

Finally
All clear
Over

We rise
Cry
Grieve

#neveragain

Wild Thing ©April 4, 2018

Take a Knee

abcnews.com

Photo by abcnews.com

When my son
Was little
I’d tuck him in
Assure him
There were no monsters

Only to fall in bed
To fight the ones
In my own head

War torn villages
Stench of death
The buzz of flies
Cries of a lone child

I worked hard
So my son
Wouldn’t
See the horrors
I saw nightly

Now in my seat
Of honor
A young man
Turns and waves
I wave back

“Oh Say Can You See …”
I watch him
My white son
Link his arm
With his black teammate

They take a knee

I begin to cry
Tears of pride
I grip the railing
Arthritic joints creak

I take a knee

Back straight
Proud I raised
A good man
Who understood
What I fought for

Wild Thing ©September 24, 2017

 

 

Snowflake

Snowflake

Blue Drift – photo by Wild Thing

Snowflake
An odd insult
So beautiful
Unique
Each different

Delicate, yes
But devastating
In a group

What is a blizzard
But thousands
Of snowflakes

It shuts down
Roads, schools, cities
It transforms
Entire landscapes

It will burn
With a deceptive
Icy cold

Wild Thing ©October 3, 2017