The Last Ones To Know
In Miss Langford's fifth grade class
at the old Benton School,
we could not have known
as we stood
hands to heart,
side by side,
voices lifted
to brisk November air.
We did not know
as we pulled hands from heart
and clasped them over breast,
small voices lifted in prayer,
eyes shut tightly against the approaching decades
of our reform;
we could not have known,
we would be
the last generation
to stand united in a small school yard,
heads bowed with innocence
under red stripes, white stars,
and God's blue heaven.
© Shirley Alexander
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I am a little dense, but I feel this is a political statement, no? Someone once told me that fear is the enemy that will take our freedom because when we are fearful, we make irrational decisions, yes? Regards Jimmer