#WritcoPoemPrompt119
The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
That fateful night in Georgia
Where hanging judges wore sheets
Castration was common place
Lord forgive them for slaying the meek
On the hills of a Southern hell week
Black bodies swayed by murky creeks
Tar And feathered victim's
Under the night of dangers. replete
We heard the voiceless cry
A resounding wail no cheers could compete
Klan men gather in a circle complete
to avenge falsehoods under webs. of deceit.
© Timo5272