Rural Oklahoma, One Town In Which To Run

He hated coloreds the most,
Painting all the memories pastey white
And even if the history books,
The State curriculum adorned its pages
With 1960s, MLKJr, Central High School and Rosa Parks,
The washing, of the young minds,
In such a place would have to rise up
And so far, it remained a place frozen in time,
Iced over, cold because somewhere
Along the hard path, between the wars,
The Dust Bowl and the starving times,
Someone got hurt
And no color would be allowed anymore.


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