Shall we learn by Terry Cummings


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Shall we learn and can we know
Where all the winds of history flow
How they rise and where they fall
If ever we can feel them all

If children ask how will we speak
Of those we broke and made so meek
Of timid lives that shadows cloak
Of those who will be never spoke

Sally Hemmings turns from grace
To fold the sheets and curl the lace
And all we look to all around
Is wanted sight and comfort sounds

Blackface minstrels, troubadors
Croon away the early doors
The sissy coaters know the last
As greased up fingers scrape the past

In weavers den and statues shade
In all the holes the futures made
We turn away from all too fell
If not full clear in not full well