Eternal Voices

Eternal Voices

In the heart of South Carolina’s embrace,
Where Mother Emanuel AME church remains,
A haven of faith, love, and profound grace,
A sanctuary for healing that sustains.

A haunting echo from the darkest night,
Where hatred unleashed its venomous might,
Nine souls so unjustly ripped from this earth,
Leaving a void, a pain of infinite worth.

But from the depths of sorrow and despair,
A chorus of courage fills the hallowed air,
Protesters rise, their voices unyielding,
Determined to keep history’s wounds from healing.

For it’s not the politicians who tell,
The painful tales of grief, resilience, and hell,
But the protesters who gather, voices bold,
Their cries demanding justice, truth be told.

With each chant and protest, they proclaim loud,
That Mother Emanuel AME will not be cowed,
Their footsteps echo through the troubled years,
Preserving the memories, erasing the fears.

So let us honor those who never rest,
Who fight for justice with unwavering zest,
Protesters, the ones who keep the flame alive,
Ensuring Mother Emanuel’s history will survive.