looking ahead, nowhere to go;

cannot hear the voices beckon,

with dirty ropes around their necks and

air under their feet.

 

Three unseeing pairs of eyes,

blind to days of bluer skies.

Never blinking, never closing,

trapped in faces forever frozen

with cries upon their lips.

 

Three unhearing pairs of ears,

deaf to laughter of future years.

Speeding bullets would work faster,

but those self-appointed masters

do not discriminate.

 

Three unmoving pairs of legs,

each bound to one who'd never beg.

Cannot run from the oppression;

products of the great progression

America has made.

Three stone faces in a row,
subject to both rain and snow.
How many more do you reckon
were left with ropes around their necks and
air under their feet?