Is the answer to our ills
in the fluttering of pages,
the volley of discourse, or
the dust of the library?
Education is the invitation
to a thoughtful existence,
sometimes to revolt and
liberation. Sometimes to
the ability just to read, to
plant those first nascent
seeds of idea.
Soon grown to full bloom.
As trade and business are collocated
with innovative ornaments
and made capable to bloom a wide smile
from lips to ears
on the stern face of my father-
a clever businessman,
so he was pompous to demonstrate
his flying colors
to me and my grandfather
saying,
‘’See, the change and enjoy it’’
tempting me to start
enjoying the positive changes cropped up
in the number of factories,
the quality of input,
the size of output and market
and above all
the figure of a bank balance
while my grandfather is depressed
looking at the same images on his mirror
the same fate of an honest partner,
the same long hanging tongues
of the clever partner and a wild fox
shaking their tongues with a dramatic laughter
and the same declining rate of share
for the candid partner
who felt good to regard his friend as a partner.
An air of bother persists
An atmosphere stifling
Strangling
Conjuring thoughts of suicide
As the authoritarians break into the mind
Stealing all originality
Scaring all individuality
Praying on the sickening sameness
Claiming victory over the trampled souls
This bother now expounded
Exaggerated
As the leviathan continuously feeds off the weakened souls
Hapless victims now overcome
Crowds maddened
Souls enraged
Anger unnamed
Longed-for deviation
Battles lost.
A shadow on the side
just out of sight, do not
ignore it. Do not look past
the crouched figure, do not
ignore the voices that stream
past, refusing to do nothing
but listen to the thump
of the larger culture. Notice
those huddled beneath the
machine and pause to listen.
Just to listen. Now and then.
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Let me not wear
the brass mask of oppression
or raise the rod of correction
to the weak and sincere.
Let me not dress
in cotton to cover a
course inner fabric.
Let me use words as
a freedom and not as
an expression of distance,
creating chasms
out of sentences and chaos
out of semantics.
Let’s check the terminal and see
what jobs might be available
to match your skill set,
the interviewer said.
The young man
sitting next to the desk
was wearing a plaid shirt
and his first tie.
I know you’ll take any job
but let’s see what we can find.
A young man like you, Deon,
just starting out, has his
entire life ahead of him.
Here’s the personal stuff
you gave me so let’s go over it
and you tell me if I have
everything right.
Your father left your mother
when you were two and then
your mother died when
you were four and your granny
took you and your brothers in.
But she died in an auto accident
when you were ten.
An uncle took you after that
and he had trouble finding work.
Food was scarce and you
kept moving place to place.
He tried hard, you said.
An aunt in another city
took your little sister and
she sounds fine on the phone
when you get a chance to talk.
Your brothers went to foster homes
and you see them now and then.
Things aren’t going too well for them.
You graduated from grammar school,
then dropped out of high school
and went back to get your GED.
You’re 18 now and have never
worked anywhere before.
You have no car, no driver’s license,
and no record with the police.
You live deep in the city but
are willing to work in the suburbs.
Transportation’s not a problem
because your church has
bus passes for anyone who
needs them to get to work.
Let’s hope that’s you, Deon.
Bus passes are important because
most jobs you qualify for are
out in the suburbs, a long trip,
but our city buses do go there.
From your address I’d say
it will take an hour or more
each way, maybe a little longer
in winter weather with
the snow plows and all.
Now here’s a restaurant chain
with seven outlets in the suburbs
looking for young workers
with a GED and no experience
to wash dishes and bus tables.
It’s minimum wage but no benefits
and you’d start on the third shift,
apply for the second shift when
an opening occurs, and then apply
for the first shift after you’ve
been there at least a year.
Then you’d wait for an opening
on the salad bar and after a year
with the veggies you’d want to
look for an opening on the grill
but that’s third shift again.
I’d be happy to set up an interview
but that’s all I have at the moment.
You want me to call now, Deon?
Or do you want to sleep on it.
This is America. It’s your choice.
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They were refugees, too,
back in the Forties,
settled in Chicago,
learned English,
some a lot, some a little,
found jobs of some kind,
made do like their neighbors
until things got better.
And by the Seventies,
on hot summer nights
they were loud and happy
gathering on Morse Avenue
around parking meters
in the dying sunlight
outside one of the delis
lining the street
to argue about the Cubs
or politics or anything
they could disagree upon.
If someone made a point
someone else made
a counterpoint.
Arguments squared off
with cab driver against lawyer,
handyman against accountant,
all of them equal as a people.
They were survivors of the holocaust,
some with forearm tattoos
shouting under short sleeve shirts,
others with tattoos silent under
long sleeves worn to the office
that day with a tie.
Chicago had welcomed them
thirty years earlier and now
they were giving back, working
and sending their children
to college after making a life
and a neighborhood their own.
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