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Symphony of Brotherhood


"But one hundred years later, we must face the tragic fact that [humanity] is still not free." In a land that devotes time to promoting a message of “being all that you can be” somewhere along the way we have lost sight of the true meaning of the American Creed we claim to hold these truths to be self-evident that all men are created equal, …That by an existence inevitable we are endowed with the unalienable right to live a happy life free from oppression. But although many have joined hands at the dinner table There has been a steady degression in progression fueled by a passion for justice we cannot wear the title of progressive When people no longer feel the need to be expressive to put words and power behind a mission that our ancestors went restless…for I will speak from the bottom of my heart and yell from the top of my lungs until I am breathless If it means that we regain momentum in a movement towards peace that is governed by the relentless I am a descendant of a group of people Who amidst adversity Carried on resiliently Despite a tainted history Continued on purposefully Never losing faith in a dream that diversity And equality were poss-i-bil-i-ties I am a modern day testimony of my predecessor’s faith because of this knowing I choose to abate hate "Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about the things that matter" and even if the road we trod is battered we must continue for fight for our right to live harmoniously Or not only is the dream deferred but its shattered We must find it in ourselves to break free from a system That degrades the human being That dims the light on living a life full of meaning We cant be afraid to protest that which is unjust dollar bills spread the message “in God we Trust” But who can you really trust When the lust over money precedes the value of a moral congress Taxes turning the middle class into the needy feeding the pockets of the greedy blinding everyday common folk with false hope telling them nothing worth having is going to come easy and that is true believe me but it becomes deceiving when chances are ripped away from men and women before they are even given and our children, babies, and infants are subjected to third world living in a first world prison we've freed the shackles from our hands and ankles and traded them for chains on our brains, and blindfolds and i can still smell the stench from the remains of burning crosses scattered across the Carolina plains and I can still hear the ringing from gun shots pounded into the hearts of youth whose lives barely got a start in Connecticut and if you connect the dots they create a picture reflective of a country whose prerogative is focused on promoting bogus laws some say I speak like a rebel, but I don't stand without a cause only a fool gathers behind systemmatic flaws There will never be peace abroad if at home there's war "There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular but he must do it because his conscience tells him it is right" Poet's note: Text in quotation marks are quotations from Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. The quotations are not all taken from the "I Have a Dream Speech."
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BrittBaker
Thank you for your feedback. Truth is all that there is. Civil rights are owed to us as humans. Really glad to hear that it uplifted at least one ;)
thevoice
Wow!! That was on point keep doing what you do because your poem was very true and uplifting most hate to hear the truth this world is damaged goods.
thevoice
Wow!! That was on point keep doing what you do because your poem was very true and uplifting most hate to hear the truth this world is damaged goods.
thevoice
Wow!!!That was on point keep doing what you do because your poem was very true and uplifting most hate to hear the truth this world is damaged goods why lie about it.

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