the dream pervertedA Poem by m.s.earlyI fear Dr. Martin Luther King was turning in his grave during a meeting in Brunswick County, VA a few weeks ago. Blacks and Whites united, but not in harmony... in discord against Latino teenagers.We looked at Virginia, Saw southern Hospitality, Saw Christian conservatism at its finest, A place where knowledge hadn't puffed up, Where claims of charity edified, Thought surely this is the place! But a Black woman's fangs ripped savagely At an open board meeting, And the mission receded cowardly While the mob chanted, "Send those dirty babies home" And I, stunned, looked at all the hatred; How the Negroes had elevated themselves By inserting a new Pariah Below their long held bottom place On America's totem pole In narcissistic fashion, And White mongers painted as Christians Slinging spit from their toothless ignorance, Sang along In true dirty south diction In high definition footage reminiscent Of Alabama and desegregation protests. Red children seeking desperately Through indoor chain linked fences; Managed surviving surf board freight trains From their cactus diet rotting guts, Mistaking the America for pearly gates... No child, go back home.
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Added on July 13, 2014Last Updated on July 13, 2014 Authorm.s.earlyVAAbout"A poet's work is to name the unnameable, to point at frauds, to take sides, start arguments, shape the world, and stop it going to sleep." -Salman Rushdie more..Writing
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