Two Bars of Candy
he placed his dreams on a Greyhound bus trip
headed west down that interstate highway
the nectar of labor beckoned his lips
fruit of the strangest kind graced the front page
signs more telling than the constitution
categorized this creation of God
blood flowed freely from this institution
through Jim Crow and Emmett Till he did plod
this journey left his soul drenched in hunger
food passed through a crevice was not his way
holy guardians danced like whoremongers
basking in the glow of hooded forays
two bars of candy were his blessed meal
in the hands of the Lord he found a shield
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