Julian Bond - Poem by Ima Ryma
Julian Bond in '68
Went to Chicago to be part
Of Democratic party fate,
In a convention off the chart.
A Georgia black man in protest
Of fighting the Vietnam war,
Nominated V.P. - no jest.
At 28 - too young to score.
The Constitution did say so.
But Julian had set the stage.
It would take time but would be so.
Julian began a new age.
'Twixt black and white, 'tween left and right,
Julian Bond fought the good fight.
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