21st Century Goddamn! By Anthea

I am of a certain age, The 1960s, were mine. Bob Dylan sang to us Of the death of Medgar Evers. Near half a century ago. On the far side of the ocean. Simone sang Goddamn! Of the state of Mississippi, That everyone should know The bitter taste of injustice. It was back in the 1960s It was in the USA. It was but a month ago: We saw: To Kill a Mocking Bird, Performed in the Wilberforce city, By Munroville Museum from Alabama. It was a long time ago, The past in another country, Things were differently done there. It was six years ago Christopher Alder died. On camera and in custody Here, right within our city. But this is the 21st Century Goddamn! And injustice bitter still Goddamn! v Oh Wilberforce City: Shame on you Hang your head and cry, That all the courts in all the land Obscure the reason why.

Copyright © Anthea. 2004

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