Plea for a Public Acknowledgement

There in the texas paris some real dark
Secret shit, so unspoken this, i knew
Not of it in the bliss of innocence
When my childhood grew thru there.

At least please erect a memorial
For stars of those torture/death spectacles...
A shown care where their hacked remains
Permeate grounds of the fair.

Mute hatreds have slain every implored
'Come look into its face this disgrace! '
Remorse yet to come may commence at last
Waking screams to segue into the past.

poem by Johnny Case
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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