Maybe this was harder than I thought. And, believe me, I knew it would be hard! Race remains a flag, a wall, a card That all sides play to stir up base support. If love and justice were the ends I sought, Neither was achieved. The rosiest bard, Looking at black children bleak and scarred, Understanding what our struggles wrought, The jails packed with blacks, the gangs, the guns, Hatred hovering hawk-like over Heaven, Each bias fanned by electronic winds, Rage bubbling over, would not sing of joy. Knowing this, the truth that stings and stuns, In sorrow I survey the burnt-out ruin, Needing faith to walk across our sins, Great with hope no future can destroy.
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Video and Audio Music: It's Coming. By Josh Kirsch. Music free to use at YouTube.