“The South – 1960″ by James C Brown


A step back to a time gone by, a place that never changes
In mind a place of mansions white and black slaves humming Dixie.

In fact a place of stillborn dreams, of jobs they'll get to one day
Of hatred clothed in worn out words that speak of "busing safety."

Oh may I never live so long, become so set and sated
To sit upon a rotting stoop and praise magnolias faded.