The sun shone on freshly pressed Shirley Temple curls
Seated side by side in the pews
Swinging legs, lace hose, black patent leather shoes
Adorned with Momma's pearls, adorned with Momma's pearls
Preadolescent buds full of biscuits, bacon and syrup,
Perhaps, grits, eggs and a spot of coffee, mostly milk and cream
Angelic, beautiful lil black girls full of hope, full of dreams
Holding onto a nickel waiting for Teacher
Holding onto a dime passing the time
After Sunday morning lessons, candy and pop at the local store
Lil girls, you know the typeÓmakes any parent beam,
the kind that would mind, taught to be gentle and good
Teacher's pets, the lights of the neighborhood
Sweetly secure, they tell a joke, the type that makes
young girls giggle, bonding four friends for life
Each present when the other becomes a bride
Each becoming godmother/aunt to the other's bundles of pride
Oh, to be denied! Oh, to be denied!
Suddenly a noise, innocently, young brows raise.
"What was that?"
"Did you hear that?"
"I'm not sure, wait"
"Probably them old dumb boys playing with their toys"
Fate as a city explodes in noise; a nation is racked with pain
Four lil girls dreams are taken, families forever shaken.
At Sixteenth and Never a mother screams all night
Since her baby's been gone, she's never been quite right
Terror knows no shame, terror has no name
Terror is the game borne of madman's minds
when a hatred that insults the Divine manifests.
Mournfully, children are clothed in shroud dress.