I’d like to write a touching fable
Where characters might grow
Above God-given labels.
The protagonist could work in stables
Sifting dirtied hay out by the row –
I’d like to write a touching fable.
His love interest, Jan, will wait on tables
In the South, when thrived Jim Crow
Above God-given labels.
Her skin would be a lovely sable,
As each day seemed a harsh tableaux –
I’d like to write a touching fable.
Together they would live like Abel
Through hate and segregation’s throes,
Above God-given labels.
Years would pass and wind would blow
But the candle of their love remained to glow;
I’d like to write a touching fable
Above God-given labels.
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