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ODE TO CORETTA
All the squirming Bushes
They thought ...it was funny!
Oh Coretta!
Sweet as honey!
How lonely are they
In the irony of your truth!
Listen to them now
Listen to them here!
The truth of irony
is lost on them, dear...
They're so very angry
That you're forever gone
and your echo's now silent
within their ears of stone
On this day they mock
They don't understand you
They never could, nor will
They'd rather be through
No longer hear the truth
No more know of their sin
Hide from your kind words
And bomb the echo within
mrp
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In the battle for the black electorate, liberals, who make up the overwhelming majority of black voters, have long disagreed with conservatives over ideology, public policy and economic strategies to better the lives of African Americans. But when conservatives placed the civil rights movement in a Republican context, black liberals said, they crossed a line.
"To suggest that Martin could identify with a party that affirms preemptive, predatory war, and whose religious partners hint that God affirms war and favors the rich at the expense of the poor, is to revile Martin," said the Rev. Joseph Lowery, the former president of the Southern Christian Leadership Conference, which the slain civil rights leader helped establish.
Rep. John Lewis (D-Ga.), who marched with King in the 1960s, called the ads an "insult to the legacy and the memory of Martin Luther King Jr." and "an affront to all that he stood for."
It was another time indeed;
rainbows were seen
for more than merely color,
but for what they embodied.
Intense beauty;
astonishing;
limitless;
perfection hurling groundward.
Boundless; free; original; breathing;
dappled of everlasting dignity!
Colors bending light;
each prism
a tint of life,
each eye
filled with awe,
and every breath…
lovely.
A mark of nature,
of compassion,
struggle,
equality,
freedom.
The rainbow arcing toward earth
with pursed lips
kissing the callous land
of hurrying humanity
and lies and murder,
and washing harmony,
however temporary,
over the gazing heavenward.
O! The splendid colors!
Kissing the disquieted world
with an enchanted child’s dream;
flowering wonderment
and peace.
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Written Rebellion does it again