Black smoke boilin’ o’er Tusla town, Greenwood section is burnin’ down. Rebel pride won’t rue this day, Colored man got in the way. Viola was seven, she won’t forget, A hundred years of sad regret. Unmarked graves, lay them out, Forget it all, leave no doubt. Wipe it from the history book, Never give itContinue reading “Tulsa ’21”
