He Remembers 4th
of July
Between barbed wire and prison
At penitentiary of Birmingham Freedom rings
Stormy night
Thunder, down pour rain
Nature takes its course.
Can a black man
Flee this place?
But his life is in their hands
His knuckles crouch
On bloody barbed wire
Alarm goes out
Gun fires terrify him
“I got to get out of this place
Believe or not I have to
See my baby and my woman.”
On barbed wire,
He tastes butter and bread.
On barbed wire,
He feels clean clothes on his skin.
On barbed wire,
He smells fragrance of jasmine
On barbed wire,
His testes piece of apple pie.
A guardsman drags him
Back to the big house
He remembers 4th of July, 1963
Of Birmingham , Alabama
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