Young beautiful eyes, only 14 years to live.

He had so much potential, so much to give.

Chicago’s young prince, Mamie’s baby, mama’s pride.

Abducted and murdered by white men in 1955.

He didn’t understand the rules of Money Mississippi.

Only trying to impress his friends, nothing tricky.

All he did was say “bye” to a white lady, showing off to his friends, nothing shady.

Barnyard shenanigans, fueled by hate.

You were supposed to be a king, something great.

Mutilated skin scarred and tattered dreams.

We have to teach our kids what this life really means.

Ugly courtroom jesters, telling only lies.

They didn’t care about his mama or his gorgeous eyes.

Uncle Mos called out two men in broken English.

Knowing he could be exiled or extinguished.

Reduced to one paragraph in a history book.

The nature of your story has been overlooked.

The trial was rigged, though the dog was in the fight.

The judge said, “We not trying to do what’s right.”

At the end of the day, day becomes night.

Reach out to your kids, hold them tight.

Always teach them wisdom, give them sight.

Tell them, “Never, ever, ever give up the fight!”