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About The daily Nebraskan. ([Lincoln, Neb.) 1901-current | View Entire Issue (Oct. 22, 1970)
You Ruled My Heart, Solomon I did not see you were grotesque Like after Halloween Pumpkins on garbage cans I did not see you were spent Like straws on lunch counters, and fake Like Sear's Santa Claus; You were the King, Solomon. Your squalid splender is gone, Poisonous and cold the diamonds your eyes, Ugliness tightens its noose, Solomon: The pain runs like a lathe, Sleeps yawns on my dreams, Hate licks at my soul till it tears like a knife: The nails fall from my fingers, The eyelids from eyes, The nose leaves a void, The lips wither like leaves, The leper yells for death, Solomon. by Sunita Jain maid Hot Soup can you take us to America? I asked the cab driver as he drove are you the real America? I asked the hot soup on my stove other days held the answers doubt grows like tiny cancers in the hot soup on my stove by Dewey Carter East of St. Louis by Wayne Loftin Unfinished; but Growing Strong My thoughts grow cold at the realization that this nation, Has on one hand buried its conscience, The other its Pride Guns and Butter Fists and Gutter The right will not be denied. Till doomsday conies They shout HOORAY ANOTHER DAMN COMMIE HAS DIED. by Michael (Juentin 4 - n A 7Y I ' 1 ''N' I I KS.--- Hi THURSDAY, OCTOBER 22, 1970 THE NEBRASKAN PAGE 5 4,. if . t 5 hi '4 0 -, i't