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Emmett Till’s Legacy: How Many More Before We Truly See?

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A monument to honor, a tale to tell,
Of a boy named Emmett, in whose memory we dwell.
Accused of a whistle, a life was lost,
A mother’s heart shattered, an unbearable cost.

Biden signs a paper, a monument is born,
To a boy and his mother, their lives torn.
Still we reflect and reason, in this land of the free,
How many more Emmetts, before we truly see?

A monument in Illinois, another in Mississippi,
In memory of a tragedy, oh so trippy.
A mother’s fierce advocacy, a civil rights spark,
Yet the flame still flickers, in the racial dark.

A proclamation, a monument, a gesture so grand,
Yet in the face of injustice, where do we stand?
In the light of wisdom, grace, and deliverance, we bask,
But have we really learned, or is it just a mask?

A tale of a boy, a tale of a mother,
A tale of a nation, unlike any other.
A tale of a whistle, a tale of a crime,
A tale of a struggle, transcending time.

A monument stands tall, a symbol of the past,
A reminder of a struggle, shadows so vast.
Yet the question remains, in this land of the brave,
How many more monuments, before we truly save?

A tale of a river, where a body was found,
A tale of a church, where mourners were bound.
A tale of a courthouse, where justice was blind,
A tale of a nation, yet to unwind.

So, here’s a monument, a symbol of the past,
A reminder of a struggle, shadows so vast.
Yet the question remains, in this land of the brave,
How many more monuments, before we truly save?

A tale of a boy, a tale of a mother,
A tale of a nation, unlike any other.
A tale of a whistle, a tale of a crime,
A tale of a struggle, transcending time.

So, here’s to the monuments, the symbols of our past,
Here’s to the struggles, the shadows so vast.
Here’s to the hope, that one day we’ll see,
A land of the free, truly free for all to be.

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