Dec 7, 2020
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American Demise
Going through old papers today, I came across this poem I wrote over 59 years ago. Some of the background was the Civil Rights Movement in the United States, then already years-long, in which I was involved on the margins as a university student. I found it disheartening that people’s desires for simple rights to ride anywhere in a bus or dine at a lunch counter could be denied, and that rights to voting and fair housing, among many other important ones, could…
