To Be Free
Entwined
The color
Of mankind
Echoed in
Our minds
The Realities
Of life
Forevermore
The ethnic
Flow of
Our blood
Pulsating
Giving us life
Giving us hope
We were
Color blind
Or
Perhaps
The world
Didn't understand
The differnt
Shades of
Pastels
We were free
Of that kind of
Bondage
That brought
Many of us
To our knees
Even as you
Lay in my arms
Dying
While our church
Was ingulfed
In flames
Whispering to me
Be free my love
Be free
Lesser men would
Have gone mad
You see
But not I
I would not
succumb to
That kind of
Bondage..
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