Elegy for Lynched Lives

In shadows cast by somber boughs,
A tale untold, a grief avows.
Red ornaments on a tree of yore,
Echo whispers of hearts, forever sore.

Each bauble, a silent elegy,
For lives unbound, yet never free.
Draped in hues of sorrow's thread,
A poignant tribute to the silent dead.

Like crimson blooms midst winter's snow,
Memories linger, a solemn, steady flow.
In the dance of light, a poignant plea,
For justice, grace, and empathy.

As ornaments sway in the hallowed air,
A poignant hymn, a solemn prayer.
To honor those who found no peace,
In the shadows where sorrows cease.

May red adornments, on branches high,
Speak of unity 'neath the vast sky.
A plea for justice, a vow to sever,
The ties that bind, that last forever.