Patchwork

Close your eyes. Hear the phantom laden voices, weave harrow tales of past echo songs of the era ‘bout troubles traversed and passions pursued to knit the patchwork of, our future. A fight for rights begun once slavery was undone each act of historic compromise small triumphs of promise in their, eyes while sitting at lunch counters all around hostile encounters and signs of separation served as stigmatic reminders “Separate but equal” just didn’t sound, logical. At times they hurt, at times they cried, at times they forgave, at times they died, at times they hated, at times they tried at times they found the time to love. And hope. And live. To fight with force or fight with peace these voices said that they refused to allow their rights be abused in the light of day and areas where children went to school and played yet, filling the air with church songs and praise songs and songs to encourage all brothers and sisters reminding them and urging them to keep the fight strong to struggle on ‘till end to feel proud and empowered to feel that a change can peacefully, transcend. Freedom. Opportunity. Equality. The ideals this country stands for dark skin and light skin united against a common foe so that all may live under God as one no matter what the color of our skin is no matter what we want, to win a victory for our ancestors young and old to make true the dream forever told. Close your eyes. Hear the spirits victorious voices, weave tri’phant tales of past echo songs of the era ‘bout troubles traversed and passions pursued to knit the patchwork of, our future.