Threads
Tearing ripping
stretching breaking
In the
struggle
Growing
weak
Eyes bulging
Throat
closing
Ears popping with the sound
Screaming,
yelling
Cheering
Gripping, fighting
For the
dawn
Reaching praying
For the Son
Stirring
Black and
think
The smog of
unsettling
Hatred
Blackness
Oozing
Dripping
Bubbling
Boiling
In the
frying southern sun
Advancing
Downward
A setting sun
Is a
beautiful sight
In the
presence of all
White
Sands running through hands
Going
Going
A barrel kicked
A horse
runs
Going
Going
Why love
A child’s
dream?
A songbird’s voice
Croaking
Choking
Going
Going
Faith comes when Hope is
Going
Going
Gone.
By Donna Rothock-Howe
Going Going
Gone is a poem about racism. The first few lines create an image of lynching.
The struggle and the want for it all to just end. The unsettling hatred is
showed from the crowd’s cheering. The advancing blackness is the progress that
African Americans made, which was antagonizing slow, especially in the south.
The setting sun is the representation of a black person’s death, which is found
enjoyable by whites. The sands are the sands of time that slip away as death
seeps in the cracks and the horse is life’s disappearance. Why love a child’s
dream is to ask why to keep the faith in something that seems so old and
worthless as a child’s dream would in adulthood. Personally when thinking of a
songbird, I relate it to the slaves who sang on plantations. Faith comes when
Hope is gone is the continuation of faith when it seems impossible to believe
in something that you continue to see fail. I personally feel that the hatred
that racism showed was very unnecessary and I regret even having to say it
happened. We are all people no matter the color of skin, hair or eyes. I am
glade to live in a more color tolerant society today.