All The Same!

i am the illegal immigrant, picking your fruit. while my children are hungry, and my wife scrubs your floors. the young black man in your prison, the anger of the poor. i am the books, you forbid us to read. i am the Vietnamese family, whose children speak english. the young Sioux poet, whose words sound like tears. i am the white man's reservation, and the white man's god.... the sound of the gas pump, the feet of soldiers marching to death. i am the grandson of the miner, who never came out. the body of the union organizer, buried beneath rubble. i am the picket line, the cold floor of the cell. i am the old woman who died, alone in her nursing home bed. the sound of the church bells, on midnight's empty streets. i am the needle and the crack pipe, the sound of the window breaking. i am the whistle of the train, so near and so far. i am the child adopted, by two women in love. i am the mission, the soup line, and the shelter.... the body in the alley, and no one cares. i am the song of America, i am the wind of freedom. i am the torch of justice, the bridge that has no name. i am the god of many colors, and all the same!