the dream perverted

the dream perverted

A Poem by m.s.early
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I 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.

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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.

© 2014 m.s.early


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prejudice is a circle, won't be long before whites are looked upon with disdain, demographics are changing, it is time to straighten out the lines and live in peace.....

Posted 10 Years Ago


A sad, but all too true indictment of not just the American dream, but of how bigoted this world still is.

Live and let live in harmony, will never I fear, become top of the agenda.

Beccy.

Posted 10 Years Ago


I love this poem with its long due message. Sad, touching and truthful. An epic write...:)......

Posted 10 Years Ago


Wow. This is one of the saddest things I have ever read, Xavier... an important poem that everyone should read, and think about...

Posted 10 Years Ago


Whoa! What a statement on EQUAL RIGHTS. Here we have the god-king of sad, sad poetry.

Posted 10 Years Ago


This made me pause, and shiver, and brought a tear to my eye all at once. How things change, how they remain the same. Wonderful write here, just wonderful.

Posted 10 Years Ago


Onions...layers and layers of distortion. You see things so clearly. I always want to hand people my glasses:)

Posted 10 Years Ago


╰☆╮This was heartbreaking to read but hopefully eye-opening for some.╰☆╮

Posted 10 Years Ago


A painful read...not much to be said for progress here, yes Dr. King would be justly appalled.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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"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..

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