Saturday, January 10, 2009

A 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?

Langston Hughes


PS: Yes the irony of Obama and I quoting the same poem this week hasn't alluded me - he was talking about the US economy and I am weeping for Palestine

Art: "here is Gaza, itis humanright20" by persian rose

1 comment:

Unknown said...

how do i explain this to josh? murder is murder...sighs