Dora
Little boy so white raised
in a racist South
Looked after by a nanny
with feelings but no mouth
As usual stroll the way
home from school
At no time even imagining
the future about to unroll
Little cars and big moving
through the streets
Looked at those parked, one
big black so dark, so sleek
As usual the same pathway
to the top of the hill
At no time noticing the
three moving in for the kill
Man in front stops the
walk, asks where that school is, so polite
Little boy hears the name,
jumps and declares he knows with delight
Man reaches for that kid,
two more from the side
Big black car door open
now, ready to push him inside
So quick, that nanny
lunges for the kid
Grabs his hand and runs
like the wind
Black nanny, white child,
white kidnappers, a racist South
Sublime human nature in an
angel named Dora without a mouth
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