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"Liberty for all. Chains for none," Frederick Douglas.
In Search of a More Perfect Union: My Dream
As I Grew 
I I Dream A World

It was a long time ago,
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then
In front of me,
Bright like the sun
My Dream
And then the wall rose
Rose slowly,
The light of my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky.
The Wall.


I Dream a World where all
Will know sweet freedom's way
Where greed no longer saps the soul.
Nor avarice blights our day.

A world I dream where black and white,
Whatever race will  be,
Will share bounties of the earth
and every man is free.

No Images
Lift Every Voice
She does not know 
Her beauty,
She thinks her brown body
Has no glory
If she could dance
Under palm trees
And see her images in the river
She would know
But there are no plan trees
on the street,
And dish water gives off no images.

Slowly the road we trod'
Bitter the chastening rod,
Felt in the days when hope inborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which 

We have come, treading our path through the blood and slaughter?
Out for the sleep past
Where the white gleam or our bright 
star is born . . . .

Projected African American Civil War Monument, Washington, DC