Thanks

Remember those slaves who paved the way. The north and the south screamed their cause aloud. The south sang slaves while the north put forth a core made for more. After those fights, slaves won rights that went unrealized Even the north made a torch untouched during Mrs. Parks’ course Then came the king, who would sing about a dream that would let freedom ring. Remember those proud crowds, fighting for what we have now. Lives were spent, Laws were bent and black presidents were merely heaven sent. What a wonder, how histories miseries gave us opportunities. With yesterday’s truths being the reasons we get to choose, and the only restraint being the one left in ones brain, I would just like to say thanks.