"Emmett Till"

[Zam-Zam]

Emmett Till

I hear a whistling
Through the water.
Little Emmett
Won't be still.
He keeps floating
Round the darkness,
Edging through
The silent chill.
Tell me, please,
That bedtime story

Of the fairy
River Boy
Who swims forever,
Deep in treasures,
Necklaced in
A coral toy.

James Emanuel

 

[JuliefromOhio]

Emmet Till's mother insisted on an open casket so the world could see what was done to her son.