The K. K. K.s

Crosses burning, wheels turning.

Cries of joy, cries of sorrow.

Cries of some who lived by the marrow.

They move through the night all dressed in white.

They scared some, whipped some, burned, even killed some.

They're known as K.K.K. and K.W.C.

They hated blacks and Christians.

They hated Jews too.

Who knows!

They may come for you.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

In this poem's case, my advice would be not to get lost in your poetry when reviewing the day before a major test, quiz, or exam.

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