Photo by Magda Ehlers 

I saw fields of cotton white as snow

as  blood red drops flowed down and soaked

those cotton fields and the earth below.

Yes the Blood dripped down on the cotton bolls.

As the Louisiana sun beat down that day

in June of 64 three boys came to say

we want to help you learn to vote

but they were shot down and the cotton was soaked.

Blood of black men drip down so slow

from the cottonwood tree  the bodies swinging low

No one would help them, they were all alone

and the sun went down on the bloody cotton bolls.