Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE MARTYR OF ALABAMA, by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: He lifted up his pleading eyes Last Line: In whirlwinds of god's wrath. Subject(s): African Americans - Children; Murder; Racism; Racial Prejudice; Bigotry | ||||||||
(The following news item appeared in the newspapers throughout the country, issue of December 27th, 1894: Tim Thompson, a little negro boy, was asked to dance for the amusement of some white toughs. He refused, saying he was a church member. One of the men knocked him down with a club and then dance He lifted up his pleading eyes, And scanned each cruel face, Where cold and brutal cowardice Had left its evil trace. It was when tender memories Round Beth'lem's manger lay, And mothers told their little ones Of Jesu's natal day. And of the Magi from the East Who came their gifts to bring, And bow in rev'rence at the feet Of Salem's new-born King. And how the herald angels sang The choral song of peace, That war should close his wrathful lips, And strife and carnage cease. At such an hour men well may hush Their discord and their strife, And o'er that manger clasp their hands With gifts to brighten life. Alas! that in our favored land, That cruelty and crime Should cast their shadows o'er a day, The fairest pearl of time. A dark-browed boy had drawn anear A band of savage men, Just as a hapless lamb might stray Into a tiger's den. Cruel and dull, they saw in him For sport an evil chance, And then demanded of the child To give to them a dance. Come dance for us," the rough men said; "I can't," the child replied, "I cannot for the dear Lord's sake, Who for my sins once died." Tho' they were strong and he was weak, He wouldn't his Lord deny. His life lay in their cruel hands, But he for Christ could die. Heard they aright? Did that brave child Their mandates dare resist? Did he against their stern commands Have courage to resist? Then recklessly a man (?) arose, And dealt a fearful blow. He crushed the portals of that life, And laid the brave child low. And trampled on his prostrate form, As on a broken toy; Then danced with careless, brutal feet, Upon the murdered boy. Christians! behold that martyred child! His blood cries from the ground; Before the sleepless eye of God, He shows each gaping wound. Oh! Church of Christ arise! arise! Lest crimson stain thy hand, When God shall inquisition make For blood shed in the land. Take sackcloth of the darkest hue, And shroud the pulpits round; Servants of him who cannot lie Sit mourning on the ground. Let holy horror blanch each brow, Pale every cheek with fears, And rocks and stones, if ye could speak, Ye well might melt to tears. Through every fane send forth a cry, Of sorrow and regret, Nor in an hour of careless ease Thy brother's wrongs forget.Veil not thine eyes, nor close thy lips, Nor speak with bated breath; This evil shall not always last, -- The end of it is death. Avert the doom that crime must bring Upon a guilty land; Strong in the strength that God supplies, For truth and justice stand. For Christless men, with reckless hands, Are sowing round thy path The tempests wild that yet shall break In whirlwinds of God's wrath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON FOREDOOM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON I MUST BECOME A MENACE TO MY ENEMIES by JUNE JORDAN A SONG FOR SOWETO by JUNE JORDAN ON THE LOSS OF ENERGY (AND OTHER THINGS) by JUNE JORDAN POEM ABOUT POLICE VIOLENCE by JUNE JORDAN DRAFT OF A RAP FOR WEN HO LEE by JUNE JORDAN THE NIGHT THAT LORCA COMES by BOB KAUFMAN THE MYSTIC RIVER by GALWAY KINNELL A DOUBLE STANDARD by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER AN APPEAL TO MY COUNTRYWOMEN by FRANCES ELLEN WATKINS HARPER |
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