Democracy Deferred (A modern interpretation of Langston Hughes’ Poem, Dream Deferred)

Democracy Deferred

What happens to voters' voices that go unheard?

Do they fall flat

Like a forest that's now clear?

Or metastasize like a cancer--

And produce fear?

Do they reek of desperation?

Or appear illuminated--

like a constellation?

Maybe they just wax and wane

like the minds' of the insane.

Or do they reign?

Original Poem by Langston Hughes

Dream Deferred

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up

Like a raisin in the sun?

Or fester like a sore--

And then run?

Does it stink like rotten meat?

Or crust and sugar over--

like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags 

like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?