I Wonder

I Wonder

I have often wondered what side I would have been on,
Would I have been in the right or the wrong?

I think of Alabama and Mississippi
Back when Mantle was in center at Yankee Stadium,
What would I have done?
Would I have joined arms with my Christian brothers,
And taken to the streets for equal rights, and justice?
Would I have seen the wickedness and the tyranny
In a water fountain labeled black or white?
Would I have sat in with my African classmates
Books and Bible in hand?

Or would I have stared from the street
Wondering what all the fuss was about?
Would I have whispered about how all should know their place?
And would I have seen a difference standing face to face?

What is harder to wonder
Is not what would? But what am?

My thoughts do then make me wonder
How future generations shall judge my actions,
I wonder do I really care? Do I? Do I care?
Do I care for the unborn at all?
They cannot march, cannot protest, cannot sit in,
And who shall be their voice?
They cannot carry a sign in the streets saying:
“I am a Person”, No, so who should care?

What Difference is there?
The black life should have equal rights as the white
But the unborn are unable to fight,
And I do wonder what I am doing.