Dream of Freedom

There’s a dream in the land
With its back against the wall
By muddled names and strange
Sometimes the dream is called.

There are those who claim
This dream for theirs alone –
A sin for which, we know
They must atone.

Unless shared in common
Like sunlight and like air
The dream will die for lack
Of substance anywhere.

The dream knows no frontier
Or tongue
The dream, no class or race
The dream cannot be kept secure
In any one locked place.

This dream today embattled,
With its back against the wall
To save the dream for one,
It must be saved for all.

Langston Hughes

Submitted by:
Don Manning-Miller, Vice President
Rust College, Holly Springs, MS