Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Green Corn Rebellion of 1917

In the Age of Lynching

a Working Class Union

was the Green Corn Rebellion

of whites, blacks, and Indians

draft dodgin' trash

saw a rich man's war

hid up on Spear's Mountain

and swore to resist

with dynamite and guns

all the way to DC

till a thousand man posse

hungry for justice

come to Seminole County

in August of '17

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

10 comments:

Martin Kloess said...

A world (and a poem) torn asunder.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

This is a glimpse of some tough history. I like the voice in the poem, which feels authentic to those times. An intriguing poem, Kelli. An interesting format as well.

Sioux Roslawski said...

MZ--A little history lesson threaded through the poem? Angry citizens a hundred years ago... things haven't changed much.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

An inspiring story – and the poem works beautifully wichever way one reads.

paulscribbles said...

Stunning writing and such an interesting form.Is this a cleave?

Magaly Guerrero said...

The structure is perfect for the theme...

grapeling said...

there is war brewing again in America, a century later. and pretty much the same antagonists, for the same reasons. ~

Toni Spencer said...

How history repeats itself, all over the world. A powerful poem that works however you read it.

Fireblossom said...

Nothing ever changes without blood, it seems. In fact, it seems that in some ways nothing ever changes at all.

Sarah Russell said...

A cleave poem to highlight the cleaving in history -- form matching content. Well done!