For Poems Are Like Rainbows; They Escape

I Stay Cool, And Dig All Jive, That's The Way I Stay Alive. My Motto, As I Live And Learn, Is Dig And Be Dug In Return.

Americans Of Good-will, The Nice Decent Church People, The Well-meaning Liberals, The Good Hearted Souls Who Themselves Wouldn't Lynch Anyone, Must Begin To Realize That They Have To Be More Than Passively Good-hearted, More Than Church Goingly Christian, And Much More Than Word-of-mouth In The Liberalism.

While Over Alabama Earth These Words Are Gently Spoken: Serve And Hate Will Die Unborn. Love And Chains Are Broken.

Yet The Ivory Gods, And The Ebony Gods, And The Gods Of Diamond-jade, Are Only Silly Puppet Gods That People Themselves Have Made.-

I Loved My Friend He Went Away From Me There's Nothing More To Say The Poem Ends, Soft As It Began- I Loved My Friend.