Monday, February 17, 2014

A sonnet a day for 2014 - day 17 - Forward

Held right hand over heart and swore truth
His words so far from probity they fell
The lies landed brutally on our youth
These streets we walk are worse than any hell

Privatized prisons seeking our black boys
To fill as slaves, free labor, as before
We are in the streets, on news making noise
Things will change, there is more for us in store

We grieve and we are weak, then we get up
We hold our heads down, we rest, then we stand
We breathe then we run, we drink from this cup
We vary in hue, but from the same strand

All by our faith we have survived this far
Our backs on the ground, our heads to the stars

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