First, let me commend you on your talent. You truly do have a skill in weaving verse and history. I love imagery you placed in your poem, and especially the wailing. There’s something very chilling about, a call for justice that cannot and will not be ignored.

The only problem I can find is the third line in the third stanza. I’ve read your poem out loud a few times, and I can’t make that line fit into the rhythm I find flows naturally in the rest of your poem. Otherwise, I am overwhelmed by your poem.