Social Justice Poetry

Nine Dead in SC | A Social Justice Poem by Marsha Owens

The church’s beating heart
shot dead

while oppression hangs in a noose,
slumps in a desk, stands jobless
on the corner tonight,
tomorrow sits in jail,
a sanctuary with food
where suits scream fiery orange,
cover angry,
rat tails sweep the floor.


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