- Category: News
- Published on Friday, December 12, 2014
- Written by Rick Feldman
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Too often all
Of our country is contained
In one place: caught
In Newtown, Connecticut
In the World Trade Center
We've lived months in New Orleans
And our souls scarred and reflected
In the mirror of Selma;
Hopes and dreams evaporated
One day in Dallas,
Another day in Memphis.
Each place capturing the country to tell us
A little more about ourselves.
All the United States has lived this week
Stuck in Ferguson.
With the Selma blues.
When I was a child in the harsh projects
I found my friend Ronnie bloody
By four white boys who turned
On me next;
In those days, America was
Not any one place: it was cities
And highways and wide midwest, and our alleys
Were unseen or ignored.
Philadelphia was not the whole country;
Ronnie was invisible.
Only a decade had passed I yelled
Out my back door shamed
And terrified By never ending hate...
The places started to capture us, define us,
Nights and days,
In all seasons, families crying,
And I cry now for all our county's promises squandered
In the maze of Ferguson,
Tonight's home Of our national shame.
I thought that by now we'd leave
These bound'ried places;
I was certain
When I was younger
That we'd have gotten out of small places.
Perhaps we need to stay awhile in Ferguson,
To find ourselves, and learn.
To admit That the promise of America
Will be delayed until
We can prevent another death by race.
R. benAvrum/R.J. Feldman November 2014