With apologies to Langston Hughes and in memory of all those who perished in Minneapolis, New Orleans, and elsewhere across this neglected land, I offer the following original poem:
The Sound of Neglect
How does neglect sound?
Does it groan and screech
like a bridge in collapse?
Or rattle and huff
like a bum seeking scraps?
Does it rumble and gush
like a levee split wide?
Or moan and wheeze
like a patient denied?Maybe it sniffles and wails
like a child unfed.Or is it silent—
like the dead?
Amen, David.
I doubt Mr Hughes would deem your apology appropriate,let alone accept it.