Good Evening, my people. It's customary to start these things with a quote, so here it is:
"We are not free." --Me, now.
-They will tell you to stay quiet about such things. Afraid of waking giants, whose loud steps awaken sleeping dragons. But listen to what I tell you - it matters not what they say, because we are not moved.
There was a time when people of color were not allowed, under law to marry. One-hundred years later another oppressed group is barred from marriage by our government - we are not moved.
After four-hundred years of anguish, pain, ever-lasting dissent, and labor, there has not been a Black President, representative, or unassassiniated voice - and we are not moved.
There are wars, genocides, and oppression validated by bottom line economy - and we are not moved!
More babies everyday, less fathers every hour, but more mothers every minute- and we are not moved?
The world trade gets knocked down, we are moved for two weeks; "Farenheight 9/11" drops, we are moved for two hours. Yet weeks, months, years after - still we are not moved.
With the same routine acceptance, and expectation with which we send our children to school, others send their "children" off to war, and our "adults" have slain them- and we are not moved.
The homeless die beside us, there last breaths a prayer for visibility- the bombs riddle lands far away , they whisper freedom and shout death. We are not moved.
Soldiers who wandered onto the battlefield, losing their way on the path to a degree, wither away on lands infertile, but for black flowers of liquid gold that prove the Earth is bleeding for our sins.
And We Are Not Moved.
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