The whites all gathered to make a show
Hardly one of them dared say 'no'
Down to the woods where the highest trees grow
And human kind is brought so low
They raise the blacks into the sky
Their tortured bodies wondering 'why'
These gentle spirits had to die
Before a crowd that couldn't sigh
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Lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith Poem
PoetryIn memory of the lynching of Thomas Shipp and Abram Smith. Let people never forget how cruel this world once was, so they see we need to change our minds and open up to new stuff. Decided to make people think about their actions and open their eyes.
