Today, of course, is Martin Luther King's,
The doctor reverend junior of whom sings
The great mass of the people once thought things
And many more beside. Of course, not all
Honor him or others who still fall
To those who answer yet the racist call--
And those stand more and more in open light
Who ought to have long vanished in the night
Of history and been gone from the sight
Of all the world. Yet they still linger on,
Streaks in toilet-bottoms not yet gone
And resistant to scrubbing working long.
For the holiday, perhaps it's best
To spend more time in cleaning out the nest.
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