Remember those slaves who paved the way.
The north and the south screamed their cause aloud.
The south sang slaves while the north put forth a core made for more.
After those fights, slaves won rights that went unrealized
Even the north made a torch untouched during Mrs. Parks’ course
Then came the king, who would sing about a dream that would let freedom ring.
Remember those proud crowds, fighting for what we have now.
Lives were spent, Laws were bent and black presidents were merely heaven sent.
What a wonder, how histories miseries gave us opportunities.
With yesterday’s truths being the reasons we get to choose,
and the only restraint being the one left in ones brain,
I would just like to say thanks.