Marching for Our Lives
A poem about Restoring Justice for all
We have shouted, we have lifted up our voices
We have proclaimed with all our hearts
We have exclaimed our rights to this
We have come, altogether united for this
Yet the yoke is still heavy and burden is unbearable
When war is at home and no peace is to be found
When the battle rages in the midst of the night
and no soundness during the day of truth and honesty
When clarity is seen as a myth and brutality means death
How long must we wait for justice till the dew stop from above
Shall we be swallow in fear for life and forfeit our liberty
Shall we tell our children be hopeless and faint
How long must we fight without an answer
Accountability and administering justice are the keys of governance
Give us liberty because death will not be the answer any longer
The silence is ignorance and its arrogance bears pain
Screaming injustice and being persistent until a just answer is given
When justice will reign high as the listening hosts
When people are more than a race then shall our nation come together
When the violence is stopped shall we all be risen to love our neighbor as ourselves.
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Matthew Primous
I am a Black Scholar, International Scholar, & Google Scholar, & 3-Time Eber & Wein Best Poet., Nominee for Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2 time Akademia Excellence Essayists,& 2022 Honorary Muckrack Journalist.
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