The X Dreams of a King

We need a dream; to scream when told to be silent We can no longer bare the hatred and violence We hate the racism, prejudice, and discrimination Being mistreated at our local bus stations We have grown tired of the oppression The struggle and depression; we have hunger for A soul to listen to our hostile condition A simple contradiction to the laws in place We will not give in to the suffering; the grumbling of stomachs being or treated as convicts Wake up young ones, Wake up young ones There is so much to do under the sun They say we are dumb, they think we are scums But we sweat bullets and bleed profusely for a moment of freedom FREEDOM…. SWEET FREEDOM …….. To be free is when I spread my wings and fly When I no longer have to sigh or cry tears of injustice A place I can go far away from here When my mind is clear and I have nothing to fear When the sun shines bright, resembling God’s face When the rain falls and plays a melody and the pain is erased Where the children can laugh and play Where the elderly can openly pray and where we wouldn’t be lead astray Freedom comes with a price, so if we lose our life Then it is what we must do Protesting and marching until our feet turn blue