by Sheila R Pierson
The ghosts of 1964 are coming ‘round tonight
Ain’t no one gonna keep them down
When three in Mississippi die
It was supposed to be the Freedom Summer
Three guys working in the South
Chaney, Goodman and Schwerner
Edgar Killen went looking to rid the world of their kind
They got no business in his town
No room for a black man’s rights
A Baptist preacher and member of the KKK
Venom spewing from his mouth
He believed in the Word, he’d say
Trial of his peers, 11-1 favored his conviction
One woman couldn’t condemn a preacher
I wonder, she sleep without a prescription?
41 years to the day of their deaths, a hell of a lot of time
Waiting to see him sitting in a cell
For the depth and pain of his crime?
The ghosts of 1964 will make Killen pay a price
Years passed by their deaths
But Killen’s gonna lose this fight
Cause one day…he’s gonna die.
“Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it” – George Santayana