If I only had today
It would be enough
To remember the pain
Of my family.
Those born from the same earth as me.
To feel the sorrow of those weeping.
To mourn with those who are mourning.
I would paint myself black
With the soot made mud
With the tears of the oppressed
Of those slaughtered in cold blood
I pray that if I only had today
I would spend it not focused on me
But, rather, those who are on their knees.
If I could only take their pain
And lay it in my grave,
That would be enough.