Thoughts from 2012 as true now as then.. as utterances of liars.. fools and denials cruel.. Peace Tony
He could be no prouder.. donning wig and powder.. Om a young aged genius in his work.. never self-involved as the earth revolved.. no corruption.. never seeking ‘perks’..
Care in mind to find under his wig and powder.. his dignity shows through as crowds got louder..
his assistant William X. Unger just five years younger.. would feel to think of places.. poems to song.. for each home a note.. not just for the vote.. a song of freedom where all sing along..
Om Ebenu dark-skinned it is true.. tragedy sought a moronic breast.. of discrimination.. a blight upon our nation.. Om saw what was needed.. saw it best..
William walked with Om.. first morning light as friends.. asked of poor.. or ‘common folk’.. spoke of happy ends..
Coming an election.. a challenger from sections…
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