The last red rose of the lilting summer,
Contemplating the delicate memory of the Beloved,

Water cool and rippling as the dawn of time,
The memories woven with shimmering dreams,

She hopes for a world without fear or judgement,
She longs for the lost songs of a fading humanity.

For EL Paso,
For Ohio,
For Hope,

For those who lost their lives to Racism,
For those who lost their lives to Bigotry,
For those who lost their lives to Hate Crime,

For You,
For Me,
For us All.

Black in the White,
White over Black,
United humanity lines,

Leaders try and divide,
Pitting race against race,
Colours ripped apart,

And in that sea of anger,
A spirit smiles and shines,
Unity is her sparkling song.

In the halo of a secluded summer's stone,
A hush,
A stillness under the shade of slumbering trees,

This was life, living and breathing,
Singing too,
Now, only the weeping silence,

A name etched upon a fading headstone,
Fingerprints and memories withered away,
Upon the summer's light it still glimmers,

Nature's tender embrace soothes broken stone,
Curling and wiping away the past,
Death shall never darken the songs of life.

The season of light,
Of blue skies
And yellow curved flowers,

Let no one bring darkness
Or dread lies to the world,
Their war of words consumes mercy,

Smile and unite in times of hate,
Stand proudly with a shared humanity,
Make the music that ignites the soul.

To ride upon a steed where dreams flow upon freedom's highways,
The eyes of the world watching from painted man made veils,

Her voice shall never be silenced or suppressed by false knights,
In her veins the song of life sways to the rhythm of her heart,

Those storms that rage in the printed ink of the newspapers,
And the daily lies and stereotypes flashing across television screens,

None of them will breach the fortress of her inner peace of mind,
Inside, in the tranquillity of her soul, she swims in the seas of serenity.

On the music of a summer's day a message floated,
High up it drifted upon the breath of the eternal Beloved,

Our world stands upon the lonely crossroads of life,
The message of humanity balanced upon the edge,

No more darkness, no more hatred,
No more division, no more racism,

We need no words or false speeches and promises,
The mercy we want is as weightless as a nightingale's feather,

All of us, black or white, we are passengers without borders,
Our hearts pulsating beautifully for a brief moment,

And then, in the fading of the silent years,
We become a memory upon a summer's day.