Everyone deserves to be viewed with social equality. Its shameful if you don't.

Nothing captures the American spirit of what social justice should mean then the poem " I too" by Langston Huges. Believe it or not many Americans view each other with a cast system in mind. Today we do it more through social economic lenses of which social status you fall into. I get asked questions "what kind of work do you do?" all the time. This question is intended to see what kind of social money bracket you fall into. If you are important or not. If my time to talk to you is worthy of my time. 

I, Too

BY LANGSTON HUGHES

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother.

They send me to eat in the kitchen

When company comes,

But I laugh,

And eat well,

And grow strong.

Tomorrow,

I’ll be at the table

When company comes.

Nobody’ll dare

Say to me,

“Eat in the kitchen,”

Then.

Besides,

They’ll see how beautiful I am

And be ashamed—

I, too, am America.

"Martyr" A Poem About Abraham Lincoln

With July 4th coming up and all the racial tensions happening across America I began to revisit American History and this "Martyr" poem came upon me. This poem is about Abraham Lincoln Assassination. This poem captures the Yankees' feelings about the anger they felt towards the Southerners (rebels) and its sympathizers after they heard that the president of United States have been shot. Many Northerners felt that Abraham Lincolns terms of South's surrender were too kind thus the word "kindness" in the poem. Some Southerners were at unease of Abraham Lincoln's assassination fearing that there was going to be a much more vicious retribution from the Union thus the term "bare the iron hand". 

The Martyr

BY HERMAN MELVILLE

Indicative of the passion of the people
on the 15th of April, 1865

Good Friday was the day

    Of the prodigy and crime,

When they killed him in his pity,

    When they killed him in his prime

Of clemency and calm—

         When with yearning he was filled

         To redeem the evil-willed,

And, though conqueror, be kind;

    But they killed him in his kindness,

    In their madness and their blindness,

And they killed him from behind.

 

              There is sobbing of the strong,

                   And a pall upon the land;

              But the People in their weeping

                                    Bare the iron hand:

              Beware the People weeping

                   When they bare the iron hand.

 

He lieth in his blood—

    The father in his face;

They have killed him, the Forgiver—

    The Avenger takes his place,

The Avenger wisely stern,

         Who in righteousness shall do

         What heavens call him to,

And the parricides remand;

    For they killed him in his kindness,

    In their madness and their blindness.

And his blood is on their hand.

 

                    There is sobbing of the strong,

                        And a pall upon the land;

                    But the People in their weeping

                                    Bare the iron hand:

                    Beware the People weeping

                        When they bare the iron hand.