Lament For Emmett Till - Ala.Ni

Mother, mother, you who bore

A son of sorrow, know

White washed justice sure will reap

More than it can ever sow

Cry, cry, lynch

Raise your fist

Murder, murder, sear the land

In more than angry bands

Uncle, uncle, he who stood

Facing lyncher’s eyes

A firm hand in Jim Crow’s dock of wood

Meeting parading child

Cry, cry, lynch

Raise your fist

Murder, murder, sear the land

In more than angry bands

Tears, blood, and pain

Should mix like rain

Sorrow comes again

If I am dead

At heaven’s gate

Will I be free?

People, people, you who swore

Vengeance for this brutal hour

May your unity soar above strife

To avenge this young man’s life

Cry, cry, lynch

Raise your fist

Murder, murder, sear the land

In more than angry bands