i am the tiller of unplowed fields,

the great powers would lay downtheir nuclear threats.black and white men,would work and walk together.hungry mouths would be fed,and the lost would be found.churches would close,and back doors would open.the lines between nations,would fade and dissolve.old people would take inchildren that have been orphaned.the table would be endless,the bowls would be filled.every tear would be…

there’s a light beyond this darknessanother step, dont know how farthere are wings and poet’s dreamsthat free and feed the hungry soula cross, a tree, a hidden paththat i can feel but cannot holdthere is a justice, a dignitya place where walls crumble and fallthere’s the truth beyond all fearsthat comes to one, and comes…

pajama bound,light turning on the bottle,cigarette ashe fallingto the floor….you smell like me,25 years ago…or woodsmoke hangingin the autumnal chill…frost on the windows,the door locked and bolted….a pair of old bootssit alone on the porch.moonlight, and you….just beyond touch!

that it is demanding,that it must be all and not less…that it gives to the point of bleeding,that it forgives terrible scars…that it takes and one must be willing,to die or even more!

equal rights to believe,to speak out, to stand upand be counted.equal rights to work,equal rights to study.equal rights to build.equal rights to profess faith,equal rights to pray.equal rights to give…equal rights to live,equal rights to love!

walking these streets againdown by the old feed store,and the row of empty buildings,listening to the ghosts of the past.the railroad tracks stand silent,that old train dont run anymore.here and there people walking,aint nobody talking,stray dogs and broken bottles,stopped to light one last cigarette.i can still hear my mother calling,can still see my daddy’s tired…