Hold Fast to Dreams
Hold fast to dreams For when dreams die Life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly
Hold fast to dreams For when dreams go Life is a barren field covered with snow
>>> Yoshie Furuhashi <furuhashi.1 at osu.edu> 03/06/99 05:39PM >>>
Angela wrote:
>well, how this is an acknowledgement of class anger and hatred WITHIN
>the context of an argument against the death penalty, i have no idea.
>it is pretty much an expression of anger WITHIN the reigning terms of
>recompense, retribution and revenge, however.
Here's a Langston Hughes poem for you.
***** Dream Deferred
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore-- and then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over-- like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags like a heavy load.
Or does it explode? *****
Yoshie