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?

by Langston Hughes

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What a truly beautiful piece of poetry. War truly is madness and pity does truly whisper, 'why? ' when such evils take place. Bel (with one L yes) actually does mean 'war' so this is quite a clever piece all together.