The Southern Eagle churns the air,
and screams as she sweeps the sky,
And seven black boys in their
cells have been condemned to die.
Gapes wide the fierce electric
chair, and their strangled voices call,
And seven boys are fighting hard
with their backs against the wall.
Weak Justice -- palsied and
crooked of sight, speaks in a wheening voice
"Death by the chair until you
are dead," while Hatred and Fear rejoice
The red sun sinks in the blood-red
west, and red is the evening sky,
But innocent blood must gutter the
street before red hatreds die.
The Southern Eagle flirts the sky
and screams in the azure blue
Some ruthless hand touched your
eaglets white, but these are you nestlings, too.
"Hideous" you call
them? Who brought them forth? Who Nurtured them? Who alone?
Who drowned their souls in the
tenements, and exploited them flesh and bones?
Who spawned them -- then, closed
the door of hope? Who did it? Please tell me who?
If some ruthless hand touched your
eaglets white -- are not these your nestlings, too?
O, God of old -- God of the weak
-- who seeth the sparrow's fall:
Seeth Thou seven black boys with their backs against the