I ponder, is this by fate ordained?
Still bound by slavery’s chains.
Despite our father’s ghostly plea,
harsh institutes remain.

So long this *******, yet constrained,
a people’s liberty.
A common voice now to proclaim,
set this people free!

All pray to comfort those who grieve
beneath the hallowed ground.
Forefathers gain their good relief
when liberties abound.

Sing loud, a verse from freedom’s strain,
subdued two hundred years.
A chorus now free from restrain,
unfettered by their fears.

To toil for foul oppression cease;
its sting to rage no more.
Ideals that respite in such peace,
or slain brave by the sword.

Covet not oppression’s purse,
the foolish man’s reward;
sought by blood, to be dispersed,
a source of labor’s scorn.

We crave, our precious sons and daughters rise
To stake their rightful claim,
as mothers sew their seed and cry,
go forth child, bear your given name!

She has been one with a brighter day,
consoled by light’s reprieve.
With  hands clasped she has knelt to pray,
for this her sweet relief.

She has been one with a rising sun,
basked in golden rays.
She has sang a simple song of love,
and danced in fields of grace.

She has been one with a gentle breeze,
enhancing the sails cascade.
She has drifted in a harbor’s peace,
where often she abade.

She has been one with a bbrighter day,
darkness yet unseen.
She has been naive to life’s disdain,
she has been what she will bee.

I have toiled
to gain the praise of stars,
and wandered through fields of pain.

Sought to capture the origins
of the quiet storm,
and to taste the fallen rain.

I have gazed
stark upon the blazing sun,
slow yielding to the night.

Overtaken
and overwhelmed by dusk,
in surrender to sorrow's plight.

But at sunrise
hope drips like dew
from wilted petals of doubt,
as refrained captive
within the sweetest of these symphonies
melodies of blue
rise like the morning sun,
to beckon, to call
come one, come all
join the song of the mourning undone...

And as the fallen rain
steadily falls
amidst the harbored call
I am reminded of how the bitter taste constrained
and lost in tears uncried
joined with drops of fallen rain,
and my soul posed satisfied.