Now all alone
Carved out of stone.
Looking out over the masses
With their heads up their asses.
Proclamation written,
Right down to the letter
All men now
Should get along better.
Thought the racial problems
Would abate.
Didn’t realize the capacity
Of people to hate.
Over a century later
The problems are still there
Sometimes it seems
That people don’t care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem