It was a war begun, not by you or me, but by the souls of our ancestors fired up by the word Free.
A war took place, which left blood shed, and still the answers lie in those who are buried dead.
Whether you think it right or whether you think it wrong, the problem was still there so many years later; a march was lead on.
More lives were taken. Tears were the words unsaid of the sorrow of being different, feeling worthless, and seeing loved ones drowned, and beaten dead.
But remember, for every ancestor, culture, and race, there was always some fight that they had to face.
The war is over, the march is too, but I have to ask…Why still do some of you harbor those grudges, thoughts, and words once said?
Yes I know it was your culture, your ancestors, your race that had that fight to face.
Now look how many years ago that was… Don’t you think that we should let love take a place inside of us?
For if we don’t it will proceed, the never ending war shall live in thee.