For once
There was no
razor-pitched
shrillness.
No harangues.
No self-rightuous
demoguery.
No yielding to the next Senator
or to their latest whim.
Because for once
there was only silence.
The silence of truth.
Signspoken
on the Senate floor.
Brother to Brother,
across our nation.
Deep into its heartland.
He stood there tall:
Silent, firm and resolute
like another man of the prairie,
Painting a sign of changing times
A mosiac, a dream
of what some day
will yet be
A More Perfect Union,
abroad in our land.
Declaring,
in a bold, sweeping
symphony of arms,
hands, fingers and heart,
That with this day
and with this law
We were saying NO.
NO to exclusion.
NO to isolation.
NO to segregation.
NO to the
one true crippler:
Injustice in our land.
With his signs
and with his words
and with his tears,
He set us free.
Freeing our tears
from the back wards
of our hearts.
Tears
that streamed down
our faces freely,
proudly now.
Like
so much unwritten history
out onto a blank page.
Tears for dreams.
Dreams deferred;
Nightmares remembered;
Dreams, sweet dreams;
Dreams yet to be dreamt.
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