If I Forget Thee, O Birmingham! Poem by John Beecher

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John Beecher

John Beecher

New York City, New York, United States

If I Forget Thee, O Birmingham!



Like Florence from your mountain.
Both cast your poets out
for speaking plain.
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You bowl your bombs down aisles
where black folk kneel
to pray for your blacker souls.

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Dog-town children bled
A, B, O, AB as you.
Christ's blood is not more read.

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Burning my house to keep
them out, you sowed wind. Hear it blow!
Soon you reap.

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John Beecher

John Beecher

New York City, New York, United States
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