Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Give us back the strength to fight.
Fifty years have gone by
And I still don’t know who I am.
Give us back the will to protest
Let the children rise up,
Make a riot of one voice.
Let us feel the gust of justice
Fold our fears in a drawer
Let the strangers dread no longer.
Come what may
Let us rise
Keep our eyes open wide.
at May 16, 2012
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