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I wanted to share this haunting poem regarding the bombing....
Ballad of Birmingham
By Dudley Randall
(On the bombing of a church in Birmingham, Alabama, 1963)
“Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren’t good for a little child.”
“But, mother, I won’t be alone.
Other children will go with me,
And march the streets of Birmingham
To make our country free.”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children’s choir.”
She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.
The mother smiled to know her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.
For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.
She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
“O, here’s the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?”
Ballad of Birmingham
By Dudley Randall
(On the bombing of a church in Birmingham, Alabama, 1963)
“Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren’t good for a little child.”
“But, mother, I won’t be alone.
Other children will go with me,
And march the streets of Birmingham
To make our country free.”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children’s choir.”
She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.
The mother smiled to know her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.
For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.
She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
“O, here’s the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?”
bijouxbroussard · F
@JaggedLittlePill Very powerful. Thank you.
tindrummer · M
tindrummer · M
@bijouxbroussard thx 🤗
tindrummer · M
@bijouxbroussard Just started it
tindrummer · M
@tindrummerGood morning.
It brought anger 😡 and tears. 😢
Spike also included nice jazz like he often does
It brought anger 😡 and tears. 😢
Spike also included nice jazz like he often does
ChipmunkErnie · 70-79, M
ChipmunkErnie · 70-79, M
@bijouxbroussard I had felt we were actually moving ahead, getting more accepting and less prejudiced, but now it's almost the opposite. And not just the bigotry of the MAGA set, but the so-called liberals side of things has gotten more and more intolerant, too -- agree with them or else.
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ChipmunkErnie · 70-79, M
@bijouxbroussard I'm not referring to extremes like that, more that everyone on both sides seems to be ready to "cancel" anyone who disagrees with them in the least. An example would be the current attacks on ANYONE whose name shows up in the Epstein files, even people who never met Epstein and had nothing to do with his crimes -- but so many people are ready to immediately attack anyone named, innocent or not.
ChipmunkErnie · 70-79, M
Ah, the days of MAGA dreams. :'(
