Carla Campbell: Water Be My Savior

Fall '13 TOC

First Mother

Jochebed tucks away her baby boy
Inter weaving him into a basket made
By her own hands
She floats him down the stream
Along the Nile river
Escaping pharaoh's orders
That every male child be slaughtered
She floats him down the stream
Along the Nile river
Singing
Water,
Water
Water,
Be my savior


Second Mother

Mamie Till sent her son to Mississippi
Wearing black skin
Little boy not yet a man
Is vomited up from the Tallahatchie River
The Tallahatchie River
Mrs. Mamie's baby boy
Is vomited up
From the Tallahatchie river
Never to speak again
Singing
Water,
Water,
Water
Be my savior


Mothers

I carry his name in my bosom
The only possession he has is his name
Not in how he died, not in how he died
Our sons' blood cries out from the ground
Our son's blood cries out from the streets
The rain washes the stains away
Down into the sewers of injustice
Down into the stream
Our Son's blood floats down the river
Creating foam on top of the stream
Crying out
Water,
Water,
Water
Be my savior,
Be my savior,
Be my savior

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