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Nov 2015
A look back into where it all began
It seems even today there is no end
But let me narrate from begin
Black slaves were sold to work on plantations
Numerous slave ships that would dock in towns being the indication
It was being black a setback
The hanging being a crucifixion
But justice in stating, it was justification
Now Dr. Martin Luther King saw a separation and compression
The world certainly needed education in being a lesson
Dr. King’s heart felt a deep eruption within his soul
It was time for Washington, DC to look and behold
Dr. King felt all races and creeds needed to come together
We were all no difference from the other
Color in variations beyond any casting shades of shadows
Freedom rang it was time for a change
But when Dr. King gathered the nation together under one accord
He was guided by no other than the good Lord
Things were starting to be put into place
That moment no one could erase
Yet when Dr. King was murdered
Uttered sounds became we have loss our voice
As years rolled on, Freedom has become a distant word
Where do we go to be heard?
Today Freedom has been placed into a locked box
Eyes of evil being a keen fox
Hatred has turned into ****
Determination has been defeated with a question of will
Yet the world continues to go on in still
Liberty not being justice for all
In fact, it’s a non-working clock stopping on stall
Aftermath of years being free
Its only sentence’s being a quiet look see
Nations are fighting nations
Boundaries with no solutions
The world is only drawing its own conclusions
No outcome but continued violence
Forces that control are remaining silent
Whatever happened to “My Country Tis of Thee?”
This was in Public School in what they taught me
Sweet land of Liberty
It is now the land of pity
Races against each other
No respect for my Sister and Brother
Freedom is no longer placed at front doors
As a nation we just continue to ignore
The violence needs to end
Come together as a nation in begin
Unless we rearrange there is no change
What negative image is in the mirror things will remain
The Promised Land is where we all need to stand
This was Dr. King’s demand
What really does Freedom hold
Do we continue to fight and **** and act bold?
Freedom means trust and shake my hand and hold
Togetherness is establishment in whole
Freedom, please lead me on
Freedom eyes would sure be a welcomed surprise.
preservationman
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preservationman  New York City
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