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have we come all this way to

live in the shadow of daily

threat, to stagger through the

days filling our eyes with all

worthwhile just out of reach,

to ponder while living what

will happen at the next work

place raid, the wordless message

our children will have to take to

bed, the useless insistence to the

powers in place that we too are

human beings? have we come

all this way to drown in tears

like crossers swallowed by the

river, to feel stabbing pain at

the sight of the big black cars

delivering us to graves, and the

doors of Hell left wide open just for

us? have we come this far to stand

just beyond the light, to listen to the

calls to prayer, tales of punishment,

the Holy Spirit sobbing, and friends

who say farewell? have we come this

far, floated rivers, walked desserts,

lived years with bent backs, beaten

spirits, stuttering tongues, just to see

our children’s innocence so carefully

not spared? tell me America do you

still dream?