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segregation
by Charlie Morgan
years clog by; plessy forgotten.
faubus covered with sands of lost memories;
the birth of a nation is still being born.
such is swept under the carpetbaggers.
a new day, sun-shaded in equalism;
still parching some, others flourish;
the dividing line of acceptance, worth;
the measuring stick of a lawful nation.
tumbling down a slippery, forgetting slope;
'til at the bottom. forgotten first are names,
next in line to go is reason; sanity.
as Booker T. and Ida B. Wells look up,
a winsome, aching smile emerges.
04/09/2008 Posted on 04/09/2008
Copyright © 2026 Charlie Morgan
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 04/09/08 at 05:58 PM Well done Charlie. It is so easy to forget and to point and the good or the bad done in the past 20 years depending upon what you want to see as our history. Nicely put. |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/09/08 at 08:11 PM An important reminder to reacquaint ourselves with the work of those who went before. Thank you, Charlie. |
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