The cotton-fields triggered his sense of loss
Remembrance shone through
It meant so much to him
It meant nothing unto you.
The summer sky was bright, the moonlight warm
Who’d imagine what’d gone before?
Hell on Earth had been to visit
Desperate times in days of yore.
He knew before his family passed
Sweet Jesus wouldn’t sing
‘All are equal before the law’
Meant many different things
Toiled trouble, the rising cry
Injustice came to see
Power over sacrifice
Beyond his family tree
In his shadow as he turned his head
Gently doffed his hat
Respect, compassion, mercy be
To commemorate, they sat
Together, as equals, to rise as one
The clock tower ticks, they pass
Time, for no man it awaits
As he looks across the grass.