I read a book review.
An anthology of poems.
By African-Americans
Edited by The New Yorker's poetry editor.
I placed the order.
A pre-publication order.
A delayed gratification
For one who aces a marshmallow test!
The doorbell rang.
I saw the brown uniform walking away.
"Thank you" I yelled out
Even though he didn't hear me.
I opened the book
Somewhere to near the middle.
I was blown away
By the poem on the page.
Such issues have always bothered me
Which is why I quit engineering too
Are science and tech so important
To neglect the real needs of the poor?
I have blogged in plenty
About these awful injustices.
Including this about the protest
In advance of the Apollo 11 launch.
"Around 150 Americans,
Mostly black mothers and their children,
Walking with two mule-drawn wagons
through light mist and rolling thunder.
The contrast was dramatic:
mules and rockets, rambling wagons
and a vast sky to be conquered."
The poor Blacks who marched on Cape Kennedy!
We shall overcome
We shall overcome
We shall overcome ...
... some day
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