Langston Hughes – A Dream Deferred

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.

Or does it explode?

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Langston Hughes

This poem by Langston Hughes – more precisely

than any academic or political ananalysis – sums up

succinctly the Tunisian events of the past month.

Thanks to Aaron Ney for sending it my way.