Chain Gang Mississippi 1965
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I watched over Ceasollie
in convict stripes
as he worked the road
and sang his songs
soft and meek and beautiful.
I watched him by day
and I drank quietly at home
as careful white men do
and never stood on tables
nor sang in all night cafes.
I watched over Ceasollie
in jail for being poor
and boisterous
and black.
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