It’s Tuesday, so per usual I have a new poem of mine up over on 5×500. It’s a dream poem about whatever the hell dream poems are about.

You could sadly say that today’s National Poetry Month poem is about dreams, too, though more the aspirational kind than the nocturnal brain designs. I won’t make any grand political pronouncements to go along with the poem, but suffice it to say that I don’t think we’ve come as far as we think we have in terms of freedom and equality in this world. There’s always room for us to be better people.

P.S. You should quit smoking.

How’s it hanging, Langston?

Democracy by Langston Hughes

Democracy will not come
Today, this year
Nor ever
Through compromise and fear.

I have as much right
As the other fellow has
To stand
On my two feet
And own the land.

I tire so of hearing people say,
Let things take their course.
Tomorrow is another day.
I do not need my freedom when I’m dead.
I cannot live on tomorrow’s bread.

Is a strong seed
In a great need.

I live here, too.
I want freedom
Just as you.


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