Fear No More

Fear no more the heat o’ the sun; Nor the furious winter’s rages, Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta’en thy wages; Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney sweepers come to dust.  Fear no more the frown of the great, Thou art past the tyrant’s stroke: Care no more to clothe and eat; To thee the reed is as the oak: The sceptre, learning, …

Song For The Old Ones

by Maya Angelou My Fathers sit on benchestheir flesh counts every plankthe slats leave dents of darknessdeep in their withered flanks. They nod like broken candlesall waxed and burnt profoundthey say ‘It’s understandingthat makes the world go round.’ There in those pleated facesI see the auction blockthe chains and slavery’s cofflesthe whip and lash and stock. My …