Troubled Water

Troubled Water

In this big, white tub soaking all this brown
To loud deafening silence,

Amid all the world's chaos & noise,
All of Washington's 
politically complex poise,

You are still the dream,
Still the hope of America's slave.

And while this pot is being daily stirred,
While it boils & spills the blood of hope for our future,

Come, wade in this troubled water with me.
Come clean in the precious blood of our lambs.

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Published in Mother to Son by Latorial Faison

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