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The Market Square

** The Market Square**

Disputes rage in our fair town
About what was done, by whom and where
Some say it was done in the Market Square
So in history books it has been bound.
Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
They sold them there, one by one.
The shame of it all, puts tears in my eyes
Although it all happened in days gone by.
How could it happen that humans were sold?
Lives should mean more than bags of gold.
It makes you shiver, your blood run cold
To think that it happened in days of old.
The pain that it caused, was hard to bear
By the proud blacks, in the Market Square.
Strength and pride, helped them carry on
The hue of their skin was proudly shown.
Don't tear down the Market house walls
With pride stand beside it, stand tall
Listen closely, and you will hear
Voices of your ancestors whispering near.
Their pride in you, as you stand there
If you listen closely fills the air.
Laborers, doctors, teachers, mothers
White and Black, we stand as brothers.
The past is there, it will always be
There is just no way to change history.
To raze the building, haul it down
Would not end their whisper sounds.
Claire J. Cranford © 1990

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Claire passed away on April 28, 2002. Cathy Cranford owns the rights to The Collections of Claire Cranford. Please contact Cathy via email below, for written permission, if you desire to use this work.