Bread
The conquest of bread
Is the journey of men
Of mankind, to elevate
Not to discriminate
For what does it matter
What tongue you speak,
The color of your skin,
The heritage within,
When we all yearn to eat?
The conquest of bread
Is to secure one’s means
To live, to breathe;
Liberty, liberty!
Self-providing dignity
Not violent pride,
But a peaceful integrity
The conquest of bread
Is the journey of all,
The end of the nations
The eve of starvation
And the guillotine
Of segregation
The conquest of bread
Will be wrought by our hands
Not his, hers, or theirs;
Ours.
Once bread is conquered,
Who knows what comes next?