0%
Million Man March Poem

Million Man March Poem

The pit has been deep,
And still we rise.
Care into our nursery.
You have been paid for in a distant place,
And see your love for family in your big brown eyes.
And the walls have been steep.
Let us come together and revise our spirits,
I say, the night has been long,
The ancestors remind us, despite the history of pain
Across th九九藏書e years, across the centuries,
The hells we have lived through and live through still,
The pit has been dark,
Right down to your soul.
But unfortunately throughout history
Youve worn a badge of shame.
The pit has been dark
The night has been long,
They say, draw near to one another,
I know that with each other we can make https://read.99csw.comourselves whole.
Clap hands, lets leave the preening
Clap hands, let us invite joy into our conversation,
And stop impostering our own history.
And the walls have been steep.
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
The night has been long.
Clap hands, call the spirits back from the ledge,
Your hands were tihttps://read.99csw.comed, your mouth was bound,
Clap hands, let us come together and reveal our hearts,
Let us come together and cleanse our souls,
But today, voices of old spirit sound
Save your race.
The wound has been deep,
I say, clap hands and lets come together in this meeting ground,
The night has been dark,
Under a dead blue sky on a dista九_九_藏_書nt beach,
You couldnt even call out my name.
Across the oceans, and across the seas.
The wound has been deep,
And the walls have been steep.
I say, clap hands and lets deal with each other with love,
I look through the posture and past your disguise,
I say, clap hands and let us get from the low road of indifference,
The old ones remind u九九藏書s that slaverys chains
Have sharpened our senses and toughened our will.
Speak to us in words profound,
Courtesy into our bedrooms,
Have paid for our freedom again and again.
You were helpless and so was I,
Gentleness into our kitchen,
This morning I look through your anguish
We are a going-on people who will rise again.
The night has been long,