The Good Man Poem by Gwendolyn Brooks

The Good Man

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The good man.
He is still enhancer, renouncer.
In the time of detachment,
in the time of the vivid heather and affectionate evil,
in the time of oral
grave grave legalities of hate - all real
walks our prime registered reproach and seal.
Our successful moral.
The good man.

Watches our bogus roses, our rank wreath, our
love's unreliable cement, the gray
jubilees of our demondom.
Coherent
Counsel! Good man.
Require of us our terribly excluded blue.
Constrain, repair a ripped, revolted land.
Put hand in hand land over.
Reprove
the abler droughts and manias of the day
and a felicity entreat.
Love.
Complete
your pledges, reinforce your aides, renew
stance, testament.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Ndina Kamaro Muofhe 09 March 2020

Wonderful write. As the world needs more like him. Salute

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Chinedu Dike 12 October 2019

Well conceived and elegantly penned with clarity of thought and mind. An insightful work of art.

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Gordon Chang 29 January 2018

Bro this poem is not lit gang gang

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Ratnakar Mandlik 12 March 2016

An amazing flight of imagery tilting towards craziness and obstinacy, that creates humor. A pleasure to read. Thanks for sharing.

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