In life’s rearview
Rosa refused to stand Nelson paid the price for his land King’s dream was shattered by a bullet which birthed more bullets for the chocolate man Until we said NO MORE!
on the horizon of our tribulation
variables hover as unwritten expressions the plane of abstract thought a stream of consciousness holds memories from long ago what comes forward as sudden flashes blurs the distinction between past and present uncertainty holds us close as a ghost our worlds float further away but the fatigue remains intimately alive when i sit alone he shows me that i'm small too imbued with a tendency to exude, to emote i am barely vocal the plan is predictable you pluck sentiment from thin air and with a flap of your wings take off into trepidation
All we want is to be free,
you lacked our opportunities. You sat down with a goal in mind, and others thought you’d crossed the line. You fought silently until the end, in such a sad and lifeless land. You were a hero, plain to see, in our hearts lives your bravery.
Imagina un mundo sin guerra
Imagina un mundo sin luchas políticas Imagina un mundo sin racismo Sería un mundo aburrido, un mundo sin desafíos. No hubieramos tenido el placer de a John Lennon Malcom X Mandela Albizu y Parks conocer. Seguiriamos creando ídolos de proceres inútiles. Por lo tanto, gracias por la lucha, gracias por la valentía gracias por enserñarle a la humanidad a que no se rinda.
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