Last night
I saw the tears of Jesse Jackson
Marching
All the way
From Selma, Alabama to Little Rock, Arkansas
All across the country
All the way to the White House
Last night
I watched the tears of Jesse Jackson
Falling from the faces of a rainbow coalition
Smiling
Hand-to-hand
Arm-in-arm
With the ghosts of Abbie Hoffman and Bobby Seale
The re-birth of democracy
Bursting from their eyes
"Won't you please come to Chicago just to sing"
Last night
I saw the tears of Jesse Jackson
Running down Pennsylvania Avenue
Rattling the gates of the
Presidential palace
Celebrating
Shouting
"Hail to the Chief. Pack your bags Doctor Death Dubya,
You areno longer welcome here"
Last night
I saw the tears of Jesse Jackson
Shining
On an Inner City playground
Where a little black girl sat
Building sand castles in a sandbox
Proclaiming
"Yes, I can!"
Last night
I saw the tears of Jesse Jackson
Laying a wreath on the grave of Martin Luther King Jr.
Watering the ground beneath every tree
From which their ancestors had once hung
"We will overcome
We will overcome"
Last night
I saw the tears of Jesse Jackson
Refusing to fill-up separate water fountains
Or drip from a segregated washroom tap
Ever again
Walking beside striking Memphis garbage workers
Wearing signs
I Am a Man
I Am a Man
I Am a Man
I Am a Man
I Am a Man
I Am a Man
I Am a Man
"We will overcome
Some day"
Last night
I saw the tears of Jesse Jackson
Sitting in silent vigil
At the foot of the Lincoln Memorial
Praying to Abraham
Cheering Rosa Parks to the front of the bus
"We will overcome
We will overcome
Oh
Deep in my heart
I do believe
We will overcome
Some day"
Last night
I saw the tears of Jesse Jackson
Flowing out of the pen of LBJ
Sitting in the Oval Office
Signing the Civil Rights Bill
Every man, woman, and child
Every man, woman, and child
EVERY man, woman, and child
Finally
Equal in the eyes ofGod
"We will overcome
Some day"
Last night
I watched the tears of Jesse Jackson
Washing the streets of despair
Whispering to hard luck loners and all
The blessedbroken souls of America
Come and gather here among us
"We have nothing to fear but fear itself"
Last night
I watched the tears of Jesse Jackson
Re-light the flame of the Statue of Liberty,
Too long shackled and silenced by
Homeland Security,
Facing inward to America
Chanting withthe ghost of Allen Ginsberg
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
Last night
I saw the tears of Jesse Jackson
And wept
For America
Beautiful America
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Bob Stark is a musician, poet, philosopher and couch potato. He spends his days, as did Jean-Paul Sarte and Albert Camus, pouring lattes and other adult beverages into a recycled mug, bearing a long and winding crack. He discusses, with much insight and passion, the existentialist and phenomenological ontology of the Vancouver 'Canucks,' a hockey team, "Archie" comic books and high school reunions. In other words, Bob Stark is a retired public servant living the good life on the wrong coast of Canada.
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