When the 20th century was fresh…

When the 20th century was fresh
Uncle History saw my grandfather
Building automobiles
Progress was in the air
Unless of course
You were Black
Or crippled—
The Ugly Laws
And worse…but
Grandad loved engines
So Uncle
Pretended to like noise too

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