1. A young boy asks his mother if he can go downtown to march the streets of Birmingham for freedom. His mother won't let him go because she thinks it's too dangerous, and suggests that he goes to the church instead. When his mother is getting ready to go to church, she hears an explosion. She is crying and calling for her child, but she only finds his shoe. 2. copy of the poem: The rich are getting richer Their golden goblets are overflowing Drenched with best that life can offer Their future is ever so bright Illuminated by their multimillion bank accounts Their rides are ever so shining Polished by the best butlers The poor are drowning in poverty Their hopes plunged into a dark abyss Overpowered by the weight of capitalism Their dreams submerged in hopelessness Their hands full of bread crumbs They scramble among themselves Pushing and shoving one another Drenched in a layer of bitterness Death is never too far From their battered life Inequality, the monster in the room ...
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