My Land

My Land Civil Rights Poem By: Paoly E. Ozuna Education is key To open the door You need a dream. To sit, in front of those who came after you To fight, Or stand in front of those before you. To initiate challenge Or to start a fight? To retaliate silence Or to scream for life. Actions done from my founding fathers and mothers. Not George, but Martin. Not the creators of the Bill of Rights, But the creators of my Civil Rights, who before any human in my land There shall be due process of rights.