A Song

well i hate to sing this song this song written in black on white the black words so prominent on the white sheet in the proclamation of democracy well, is there at all democracy in Whitman's world or to be exact white men's world? Whitman's song of a great land and love of comrades how deceptive, unloving oh what a black discovery to know that poets too could be blinded to the real state of the world racism, injustice; the loads of chained souls that arrived to greet the Statue of Liberty, epitome of world freedom in actuality always chained, mocked in black and white oh the repair of the Statue a hundred years later the main desire to whitewash it, whiten it the last thing the statue should turn is black this great land, how i wish the vision of liberty would be viewed in the the Chinese principle of Ying and Yang an equilibrium of black and white contributing to a wholesome mind, body, spirit in the plain of the wild i i cry out a justice song day and night, of white light that brightens the dark night and white stars that coujld only glitter sparkle like diamonds in the darkness of the night inspired by A Song COME, I will make the continent indissoluble; I will make the most splendid race the sun ever yet shone upon; I will make divine magnetic lands, With the love of comrades, With the life-long love of comrades. I will plant companionship thick as trees along all the rivers of America, and along the shores of the great lakes, and all over the prairies; I will make inseparable cities, with their arms about each other's necks; By the love of comrades, By the manly love of comrades. For you these, from me, O Democracy, to serve you, ma femme! 10 For you! for you, I am trilling these songs, In the love of comrades, In the high-towering love of comrades. Walt Whitman