Lynching Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AABB CCDD EEFF GGHH IIJJ KKLL MMNN OOPP QRMM SSTT UUVV FFWW XXOO YYCC ZZA2A2| Have you ever heard of lynching in the great United States | A |
| 'Tis an awful awful story that the Negro man relates | A |
| How the mobs the laws have trampled both the human and divine | B |
| In their killing helpless people as their cruel hearts incline | B |
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| Not the heathen 'Tis the Christian with the Bible in his hand | C |
| Stands for pain and death to tyrannize the weaklings of the land | C |
| Not the red man nor the Spaniard kills the blacks of Uncle Sam | D |
| 'Tis the white man of the nation who will lunch the sons of Ham | D |
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| To a limb upon the highway does a Negro's body hang | E |
| Riddled with a hundred bullets from the bloody thirsty gang | E |
| Law and order thus defying and there's none to say them nay | F |
| Thus they say to keep their power Negroes must be kept at bay | F |
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| How his back is lacerated how the scene is painted red | G |
| By the blood of one poor Negro till he numbers with the dead | G |
| Listen to the cry of anguish from a soul that God has made | H |
| But it fails to reach the pity of the demons in the raid | H |
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| To a tree we find the Negro and to him a chain beside | I |
| There a horse to it is fastened and the whip to him applied | I |
| Thus he pulls the victim's body till it meets a dying fate | J |
| And to history is given a new scandal to relate | J |
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| Limb from limb he's torn asunder See the savage lynchers grin | K |
| Then the flesh is cut in pieces and the souvenirs begin | K |
| Each must have the piece allotted for the friends at home to see | L |
| Relatives will cluster round him laughing dancing filled with glee | L |
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| To a stake they bind the Negro pile the trash around him high | M |
| Make the fire about his body it is thus that he must die | M |
| Burn him slowly hear the lynchers That's the part we most enjoy | N |
| Tell it out in all the nation how we killed a Negro boy | N |
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| Savage mob a Negro's chasing and to catch him must not fail | O |
| If it does another's taken there to force from him the tale | O |
| Where the fleeing man is hiding if the facts he cannot raise | P |
| Though his innocence protesting for the same by death he pays | P |
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| 'Tis a Negro's blood we're craving such will have at any cost | Q |
| We must lynch the one in keeping for the other one is lost | R |
| This they say and when they're questioned answer like this is the why | M |
| To the race at large a warning here a Negro man shall die | M |
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| O how brave the Southern white man when a hundred men to one | S |
| Lynch a lone defenceless Negro when each lyncher has a gun | S |
| If at midnight or the noonday the result is all the same | T |
| Law is powerless to hinder and the nation shares the blame | T |
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| Lynchers go into the Senate and their savagery uphold | U |
| How they shoot and butcher Negroes is the story that is told | U |
| Guns and ropes they have in plenty and if necessary will | V |
| Use them on an office holder such a Negro they must kill | V |
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| How they clamor for the Philippines and Cubans far away | F |
| While a worse thing is transpiring in this country every day | F |
| In the eyes of such law breakers lives a beam of greatest size | W |
| That will hinder all the pulling of the mote from others' eyes | W |
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| Are the candidates for lynching always found among the men | X |
| No the fiends of human torture lynch a woman now and then | X |
| Yea the Spanish Inquisition insignificant will pale | O |
| When compared with such atrocities that in the South prevail | O |
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| 'Tis a blot on Christian manhood time itself cannot erase | Y |
| Human blood upon the conscience centuries cannot efface | Y |
| Simply to suspect a Negro is sufficient for the band | C |
| He must die without a hearing in a boasted gospel land | C |
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| Sowing antedates the reaping and the nation should beware | Z |
| That the sowers to the wind will reap the whirlwind everywhere | Z |
| Hark the cry the blood of Negroes cries for vengeance from the dust | A2 |
| How I tremble for the nation when I think that God is just | A2 |
Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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