Chilly gray afternoon
Hot chocolate
Jazz
Children playing quietly on the rug
Immersed in their childhood
No bombs are falling outside
No militias roam the streets
No Federal agents pounding on our door
No hunger
No disease
American life at the tattered end of the American Dream
Not what it should be
What it could be
Dream deferred
Dream on hold
Dream forgotten
Dream perverted
Dream subverted
Dream diminished
Still we rise and sing
Write our chapters in the big book
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