Still they march For though the butterfly has emerged A legacy has eternal life And though grace cannot be earned And though faith is about trust Still they march For the bridge they crossed is a promise they made To themselves And to those who crossed before them And until butterflies teach moths That a flame is not the answer There will be those drawn to the fire Of human sacrifice For another
Be smart be alert Do not hide the truth my friend Defend the truth until the end
Come my brothers and sisters let us be basked in the sun of glory Be we the tears that fall surrendered on cheeks that tell their tale
Let slavery's master-yoke be broken and cast away
Come my brothers and sisters and so do join in our power's struggle to lend a better day
Come my brothers and sisters may your shining soul be at rest
Come be as neighbors no matter far away let our colors merge one into one is one; let racism fade away and let rest us upon the immovable stone of brotherhood; so powerful we are And so too awaits our resolve enlightened by our hearts of day
Then tear that awful blind of ignorance and sing our song till all merge into one And laud that peace that will increase good tidings to us all
Be that light until that sight when colors merge and BROTHERHOOD, to never go away...
The movie "Selma" and that powerful music "Glory" inspired me to write this piece. I loved Martin for what he did for all colors on this planet earth
Brothers and sisters Arm in arm In grace With faith And agape love Marched towards hate And the steel of repression
No door to heaven is easily opened Sometimes the only choice is to die Not quickly But slowly and painfully
The arc of justice bends under the weight of human sacrifice
They thought "This is it for me" Yes this was it But it was time Time for the signs to come down The signs that said "You here" "You there" "Not for you" "Sit in the back"
Separate but equal A lie of monstrous proportion There is no equality When all is not shared There is no equality When a night stick crushes inalienable rights There is no equality When a child is called a __ There is no equality When the love of Jesus Is not enough for some people When the love of Jesus Is not enough for some hearts When the love of Jesus Is not enough for grace on earth
Let me take a moment
To feel the shame
Let us take a moment
And understand why some among us remember Selma A memory of pride and pain A memory of the willingness to die For what is right To give up their life To give up their complaints To give up their selfishness To give up what we take for granted So that they might die For someone else Because it was time
I wrote this a few years ago... thought I'd dust it off....