Red Summer 1919 Poem
Amidst the heat of summer days,
The land was stained in blood-red ways. Across the country, violence spread, As mobs raged on, and many fled.
In cities north and south alike, The streets were filled with rage and spite. The color of a person's skin Was cause enough for hate to win.
In Tulsa, homes and businesses burned, As lives were lost and families churned. In Chicago, the waterside, Was where the deadly riots tried.
In Elaine, Arkansas, it was said That hundreds died, and tears were shed. And still, in other towns and states, The toll of hate and fear abates.
The Red Summer of 1919, A time of pain and sorrow seen. A moment in our nation's past, A reminder of the hate that lasts.
May we never forget the cost, Of lives that were forever lost. And let us strive to build anew, A world that's fair and just and true.
The land was stained in blood-red ways. Across the country, violence spread, As mobs raged on, and many fled.
In cities north and south alike, The streets were filled with rage and spite. The color of a person's skin Was cause enough for hate to win.
In Tulsa, homes and businesses burned, As lives were lost and families churned. In Chicago, the waterside, Was where the deadly riots tried.
In Elaine, Arkansas, it was said That hundreds died, and tears were shed. And still, in other towns and states, The toll of hate and fear abates.
The Red Summer of 1919, A time of pain and sorrow seen. A moment in our nation's past, A reminder of the hate that lasts.
May we never forget the cost, Of lives that were forever lost. And let us strive to build anew, A world that's fair and just and true.
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