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at four o'clock the sun still burns in Parchman, Mississippi and friends and relatives depart with only vague impressions of what they've heard for only the inmates really understand the brutal injustices that lurk behind the gates of Parchman, Mississippi REMEMBER SHARPEVILLE EUGENE PERKINS (for Dennis Brutus, African poet) March 21, 1960 REMEMBER SHARPEVILLE REMEMBER SHARPEVILLE There was no warning only the violent sound of dirges piercing the humid air, at their solemn unprotected faces, which could not hide from death. They came to Sharpeville without their passes, only with strong bodies and the will to be free. Volleys of bullets struck quickly And the torn flesh of children, women and men smeared the ground with pungent blood. 369
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