Posted by
Matthew McCluskey on Monday, August 06, 2007 2:10:18 PM
I smile when I see their faces,
forty-five million, black and white,
those who rest softly in their places,
and keep women up at night.
Now, I’m not one for mighty thoughts,
nor those laws written by older men.
But why have love and hold it not?
And when does love begin?
And I may be simple. I may be trite.
(I know not when this all will end).
I just know that without this plight,
I’d have another friend.
I want another friend.