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Greenwood
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Pleasant name, pleasant place,
I’m sure
But a hundred years ago
The neighborhood was burning,
Smoldering, ruining
Owners gone or rounded up, arrested,
And confined
And it would take a hundred years
To talk about at all,
At all well
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A campaign of hours,
One side had more guns
And a pretense of law enforcement
That on other days
Might have worked fine
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But now
So many deputized
Self-deputized
More simply self-righteous
Took aim, fired
Then burned buildings,
One of the first of them a church
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Were they prideful,
The Greenwood people?
Did they enjoy their luxury?
A colony of prosperity
In what turned out to be
Enemy-occupied land,
Though they had helped
To fight the war
Against the worst
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Say what you will,
There is relief in owning something
And despair when it is taken—maybe
You know the feeling
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So many who lost more
And life as more
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And had evidence
Of their lives
Buried without markings,
Without marking the
Rage and guilt
That killed them
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But it’s in such a pleasant
Place
And the neighborhood so
Pleasantly named,
Imbued with rest
That someday will return
To those who know it best for
Want,
For dreaming
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