The March
We march.
Together, we march.
Whites, Blacks,
Brothers, Sisters.
Together, we march.
Today, we spread our message.
Today, we make a stand.
For all of us that have been jailed.
For all of us that fought the injustice.
Today, we make a stand.
Someday, my children can stand, side to side with our white brethren.
Someday, our children will enjoy a freedom that we may never know.
No more shall there be hate.
No more shall there be violence against my people.
We will stand, shoulder to shoulder,
Whites, Blacks,
Brothers, Sisters,
For I have a dream.
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