Hand of a Brother
I woke up in the morning,
feeling like my head was roaring,
from all that had just passed,
which I simply could not grasp
That man expressed his dream,
and gave us all a gleam,
of the future that has come at last,
where all are equal, not like the past
Amazed by the fast and curing time,
when no importance is placed on the amount of dimes,
I felt my brothers hand assuring,
comforting me so adoring,
No longer will it matter,
the color of your skin,
but the content of your heart.
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