by Ethel Mortenson Davis
To Troy Davis
I hope you are in a place where there is justice, where there is love unconditionally, the end where young men no longer are lynched by ropes, or the machinations of killers, where there is light and not the suffocating, ethered mud, a place where you will rise above humanness. I hope you are in a place called Justice, a place that will never be named Georgia.
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Reblogged this on Becoming is Superior to Being and commented:
Another very good poem by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Clicking ‘like’ seems an inadequate response to these lines, Ethel, and possibly off track. I found it very moving. And I love the ending, the hope of rising above ‘humaness’. Best wishes, J
So much in the past to be ashamed of. So shameful that it still persists.
Nice blog thanks for pposting
Thanks Grant