Someday I'll say, remember that day,
when the sky shed tears
as a tidal wave of colored blood
swept the streets that were run by
lions in sheep’s clothing.
Someday I'll say, I remember when,
the man who took the reins of a golden chariot
that was cloaked in transparent sin
ran it through a divided river
that bled red, black and blue
and forgot the ones who made up the wheels
and got stuck as the waves came crashing.
Someday I'll say, I am only one person,
but I was still a drop in that wave
that brought change to the slaves of an age
that struggled to find love in a world full of hate.
And on that day, I will tell my children,
that I brought love to a river of blood,
poured a drop and watched it evaporate
as it touched the colors of a forgotten past,
but saw it rise into the sky
where freedom could out last
the humans that tore it apart, because they couldn't fly.