as scarlet tears yearn to fuse a land
divided, deluded, ruined
through the unjust rule of a white hand,
one kneel to the ground in protest
in spite laid back as the flip of time's sand
never ceases. 1992, gone west,
disgrace upon disgrace, slavery gone
but never can hard won freedoms rest
when the fight is still young,
justice excruciatingly far from done.
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