With the filibuster of the DREAM Act in the Senate, it is a sad day for hundreds of thousands of children living in this country. Langston Hughes’ poem “A Dream Deferred” comes to mind:
A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes
What happens to a dream deferred?Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?