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The Color Of Authority
The general essence of the spirit of the times
The usual substance or prejudice tenure
Were individual diaries printed
Bound to form history’s annals juncture.
I was tied to that which I oppose;
I walked abreast of untamed freedom
That broke through June with bitter cold
To bite with blizzard out of season.
I held the noose of bigotry but dared I not
In that grip to loose the snare potential
But knelt on Sunday with rope through folded hands
And prayed with words such as these. Oh! so reverential.
I claimed sanctuary on the altar of ignorance
The same ignorance that afforded my prosperity
That danced to a requiem as if a jig
What a coupe they made in their duplicity.
I harbored the vessel built to navigate,
Moored with no anchor it lurched to and fro.
I made light of how I made it look;
Posted signs to where it could go.
Yes, it was the gender that I was assigned.
And for myself inalienable rights
That only men of my superior stature
Could hope to keep within his sights.
My strength implied with all my statements
My worthy adversary exerts with powerful question
What is the color of authority
Of the man who wrote the proclamation?
