How?
To bridge the gap, gorge, chasm,
forged
by the years of the
tread, trod trodden on backs,
of these.
How?
To stop the fright, fear, terror from the
hand
that holds the latch, bolt, keys
of the life of these.
How?
To unite the black, white, brown
into one
giving each a place in the sun, rain, land
that belongs to these.
Written 1976
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