Many Thoughts, One Goal

It wasn’t about striking back Or even fighting the power It wasn’t about the politicians Or those who emanated their Hatred. It was fought through those With hearts fiery It was fought by steely words And men with justice in their Heart. They tried to be equals To kick out the stool beneath other’s feet They tried to right the scales And balance the world for Peace. It was about the boy Who wanted to drink the white water It was the mother Seeing innocence turn to Self-Loathing. It was the grandmother Tired, weary, wrinkled and worn. It was the ache in her bones Clambering to the back of the bus Repressed. It was the man Standing before the emancipator It was the man that shook mountains His dreams changed the world for Pride. And now the scales are not level The battles still rage And now the hatred Keeps itself well hidden, Caged. You and I fight this We inherit the mantle You and I keep his memory And express to all the same Love. We all love. Only it took time to realize it.