The Membership Will Still Have To Fly Poem by Dorsey Baker
The Membership Will Still Have To Fly
Whiteness might turn to black
The mirror might never look back
The curve might become straight
The victory might arrive
But come late
Good seeds
They might have to decay
In the ground
The bells might ring
But your ears
Cannot hear the sound
Death might come
And leave
Holding many bodies
In its hands
And so many of the living
They might have to die
But the mother ship
It will still have to fly
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