10 Mother Of Emmet Till Poem by Unnikrishnan Sivasankara Menon
10 Mother Of Emmet Till
Emmet Till
A little boy of fourteen
A little black boy of fourteen!
Now on his mutilated head
He wears a Yoruba crown.
The mother of Emmet Till
Decided, his last journey
Shall be in an open coffin
So the whole world would see
What they did unto him.
Emmet on his black skin bore
The sweat, hunger and pain
And the blood spilled by the workers
Of his clan, all mercilessly slain
In the cotton farms of Georgia
The tobacco fields of S. Carolina
The sugarcane fields of Louisiana,
Where black skin was a sin.
From every drop of his blood
There arose a thousand Emmets.
A Martin LutherKing
A Harriet Tubman.
But
Tallahatchie River still weeps
And her pale green eyes shed
Blood; cold black blood.*
Thank you for penning this finely worded tribute, and reminder of how far we still have to go, before we can declare that our world is civilised.
Very true, dear poet Jim. Thank you for reading the poem
" Amber Piercy has added this poem to her favourites". Thank You, dear poet.
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Movie? I speak of real facts, dear poet. Thank You
I had posted replies to Yolanda and Ravikumar Patel for their posts. But they have simply disappeared. Can anyone help?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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I hope that no more last journies will be required for the peaceful demise of racial arrogance. Why does everyone love a rainbow? B'coz there are no black and whites in that. It's shame on the mankind that this type of feudal mentality still finds enough oxygen. Your words have revived the sacrifice of Emmet Till....
Hi Ravi, The times are quite grave. There is danger lurking everywhere, with many who are thirsty of blood. Many who are Color-blind! Let's hope things change and so that minds are able to see that all men are equal. Let us pray for No More Emmet Tills! Thank you Ravi.
Thank Ravi for such detailed analysis of the poem and it's ideas. Great feeling to read your words of wisdom.