A Leader in Social Justice
Looking back through thin pages of history
Human lives flash in quick succession, condensing years into a paragraph
Powerful kings into a sentence
Six lifetimes of work into a footnote
Forgotten. Almost.
Annulled from modern memory
Made to a whisper
Which only white beards hear in passing
Poor forgotten souls
Sitting in eternal isolation
Eye, for one, cannot see them
To me, only cloudy contours fill the boundless space
Suggested for them after mortal life
Limited, they stay in obscurity
Outlasted by their shadows they cast
Change
Costing utter devotion in everyway
Every moment dedicated to those freedoms just out of reach
Right there waiting
Where no one dared to reach out before
But they did
Do these heroes know the difference they made?
Maybe, but often times not
Nothing ever resolves itself quickly
Quietly, yes, but making a difference has a delay
Determined, someone can toil their whole life, believing in better
Breathing only one idea of equality and fall
Failing to see their creation rise
Ripe is the world for change ever slowly
Sent out are we to work for this end
Eye, for one, wish to lead and know my whole work's impression but knowingly yield to a footnote my friend