One day

Mon, 02/13/2017 - 22:29 -- Joaquin

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.

This poem is about: 
My community
My country
Our world
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