If The Statue Of Liberty Could Talk About The Bicentennial Poem by Dorothy (Alves) Holmes

America, two hundred years, I hear
So how come you got colored folks
Or blacks as they're know now,
Still living in fear
Understand doors are still closed in their faces,
Why can't you unite your many races,
You've had two hundred years!
What a rainbow you should have by now,
Bordered by your red, white and blue.
America, you said they could depend on you.
Hear you're good at keeping promises
For those across the seas,
But there just isn't enough money here at home, and
Employment is in the deep freeze.
America, after two hundred years!
Hear your women are up in arms,
They and other minorities
Are voicing the same alarms,
For equal this and equal that,
While your political pockets are getting fat!
What gives America
Is everyone expected to celebrate,
Those who are poor
Those who are hungry
Those fighting to penetrate
The walls of bias, violence and hate.
I hear blood still spills on your shores,
America, will it take another Two Hundred years
To open all the doors,
To peace and harmony, equal rights for everyone
I stand proud in your harbor America,
I feel good, I feel strong, warmed by Your sun.
My torch is raised to your boundless sky
I am your symbol America
Not a perch for birds that fly.
I asked for your tired, your poor
Your humble masses yearning to be free,
Come on America, don't make a liar out of me!
Your bicentennial celebration
Is being view by every nation,
Wipe the smirks off of their faces
You united your states,
Now unite your races!

Dorothy Alves Holmes
A Poet Who Loves To Sing
written 1976