My Color of Freedom

My color of Freedom

ain’t black and white

So, I'm guessing, it must be gray

My color of Freedom

Recognizes the fact

That Freedom ain’t

what Freedom say

Rather, a perilous act

My color of Freedom

ain’t what we have today

It ain’t covetous legislators

Peering down their noses

and turning away

From the human condition

with such contempt

or feigned display

Surveying starving children in vain

Dismissing

The biting wit of hunger’s pain

My color of Freedom

ain’t wealth

Aligning with greed

It ain’t hospitals, and pharmacies

Acting in cahoots

to strip the sick of good health

and salvation from those in need

My color of Freedom

ain’t dilapidated houses

Which can be restored

To make dwellings for those

The browbeaten, the often ignored

living under

varmint infested bridges

and in crappy streets

Knowing not from when or where

There’s a next bite to eat

My color of Freedom

ain’t the vast disparity

between their wealth

and our poverty

My color of Freedom

ain’t

When some unknown being

from somewhere unseen

Can flip a switch

Then come crashing

all my hopes and dreams

And as one noble man would say

there’s no color to my Freedom when

A Negro in Mississippi cannot vote

and

A Negro in Alabama believes

he has nothing for which to vote

My color of Freedom

ain’t black and white

So, I'm guessing, my color of Freedom

It must be gray