A Million Voices Heard - Aaron Trimble
A few shades darker and you’re no longer free,
A few shades darker and you’re no longer seen

Equivalent they said are to be all men,
To give equal opportunity to all His children

No freedom in the land of the free,
Yet it’s called the sweet land of liberty

Through war we fought together as kin,
Yet made different by the color of skin

Made whole be three amendments,
Still met by nationwide resentments

Through the chaos came the voice of a King,
Who pleaded for freedom and justice to ring

Protesting and calling for proper treatment,
Trying to come to an achievable agreement

Denied to drink when one is thirsty and to sit when one is tired,
Afraid to walk down a street surely, so we to ponder a dream desired

By court, given a fair deemed education,
However, still bound by every stipulation

Through hounds and torrents and all matters of threats
With non-violent disobedience were these challenges met

Over four hundred years in the making,
The shackles of oppression finally breaking

We reach out our hands to act as brothers,
Because it will be together that we shall discover

By an olive branch brought by the wings of a blackbird,
On the ground of our forefathers a million voices heard.