The south, cotton fields holds dreams that. <br />make children scream. <br /> <br />Holds the, untold truth that makes your bones. <br />rattle like snake. While drank wine hear the cries <br />while little child dies. <br /> <br />The south, hearts of evil people put a veil over life. <br />Hate of evil people kill the fate of good people. <br />My soul bake I’m steam full of hate.<br /><br />Junius Barnes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-south/
