We don’t do
better
turning our country
back
but by getting together
to
face and engage with
our future.
Who cares
or
congratulates
my grand fantasies
--
besides me, but why am
I never enough?
If this stupid world
won’t change
toward my direction
--
that’s not my
fault.
Responsibility clearly
can’t deny reality.
If people need to
fight, to fear,
to destroy our only
ecosphere,
to end history and
every story left unsaid --
I’ll be dead before
this play’s last scene.
None of this plot, this
show, this audience
had any thought for
me.
“Black and White
together --
We shall not be
moved.” We sang, together,
marching for justice in
the maligned ‘60s.
And we believed that
together we would prevail
over the
haters.
We were very
young.
But there were older
women and men marching as well
-- everyone so intent,
entrained like ecstatic dancers,
believing and moving
together to manifest our common dream.
After the demonstration
to gain public recognition, we would
talk and plan how to
realize the world we all knew we must achieve.
And today, a new
millennium,
how can we not have
realized that dream?
They treat us
badly
as creatures of their
inner fantasy,
never really seeing us
at all.
4/28-5/3/19
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