
Image Credit: Susan Bee, Sojourner’s Truth, 2000.
Oil on linen. The collection of Erica Hunt and Marty Ehrlich.
From one many
Many one
Facts on ground
Head in clouds
More perfect, less perfect
Imperfect, just perfect
Less than we thought
More to become
No man’s land
That is our land
Sojourners on way
To where we cannot say
Don’t forget that caviar
Is just fish eggs in a jar
Middle Passage casts veils of sorrow
On each and every morrow
So too ghostly sound
Of languages spoken
When Mayflower hit Provincetown
A people on a journey
In delight and fright
Infinite gain for what we’ve done
Finite pain for what we must undo
All of us from somewhere else
(Except the ones here first)
Making up a glorious stew
By putting every language in the brew
Accent precedes standard
Odd defies norm
No one to define us
Before we define ourselves
Don’t forget that caviar
Is just fish eggs in a jar
Which is worse ––
Global warring or global warming?
Credit default swaps or stop and frisk?
Surveillance states or voters suppressed?
Children in poverty or gerrymandering?
Is the American Dream
Beacon of opportunity
Or piss on outhouse floor?
Either way, one thing’s for sure
Income inequality guarantees disunity ––
The one percent’s scam du jour
It’s not God but men
Want to take away
Women’s right to choose
Until all we got left
Is the right to sing the blues
This is a land of milk and honey
Leavened by guilt and loads of baloney
Honey so sweet if you have it
But watch out if it turns to acid
Sanctuary state for generations on generation
Prison sentence for those denied reparation
Terror to the right of us
Terror to the left of us
Greatest terror
Is turning against ourselves
The glue of these Disunited States
Not who we were but who become
The last shall be first, they say:
Those most recently arrived
Our best chance as a nation to thrive
No man’s land, which is our land
From one many, many one
In unum pluribus, E pluribus unum
Facts on ground
More perfect, less perfect
Imperfect, just perfect
Sojourners on way
To where we cannot say
Don’t forget that caviar
Is just fish eggs in a jar
Less than forfeit
Ghostly clown
Undoing the done’s detour
Crackling spark
Traps on ground
Only to start again
E pluribus unum
In unum pluribus
In pluribus unum
From many, a one
Within one, plenty
From one, a many
Honey so sweet if you have it
Holy terror
Turning ’gainst ourselves
The future is perilous
For a nation of, by, and for us
Our manifest destinies are near
To turn away, now, in fear
Treachery severe
The glue of these Disunited States
Not who we are but who we’ll be
Making glorious brew
With every language in the stew
America is a second language
Whose second sight’s hindsight
The commons is our difference
Our difference is the promise
From one many, many one
Raps on ground
People on a journey
Where we cannot say
Sojourners on our way