They were our neighbors
Torn from our community
How could this happen
How could this happen
Nurseries and barber shops
Sold at bargain rates
Sold at bargain rates
“Please, take the horse and chickens”
And the fields left fallow
And the fields left fallow
Crying for children’s laughter
Young lovers’ meeting
Young lovers meeting
Near barbed wire, guard towers
Boredom and hot dust
Boredom and hot dust
Faded memories. At last
Soft voices speaking
Soft voices speaking
To those who did not witness
Utter disbelief
Utter disbelief
It will not happen this time
They are our neighbors
– Adelle Foley
Categories: Civil Rights, History, Poetry
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