What happens to a dream deferred?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or, does it explode?— A Dream Deferred, Langston Hughes
The dream of happy days persists.
We the people abhor history, we
Want it to stop, so we can live in
The forever-after time of happiness,
In the ageless fairytale sustaining
Our hope and nourishing the dream.
We want to remain an unconscious
People, where bloody battles on our
City streets grow no roots in our minds
And in our hearts, which slumber in
Myths of innocence and equality,
Denying history from founding to
Floundering, never asking why we
Cannot rail and rebel against the
Spirit now putting to question what
We pronounced self-evident truths.