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MovementThis is not a test
How much longer will we let them
Kill our prophets?
You're looking for hope in the form of a man,
Listening to the echoes of
A path known as righteous
My people, let Pharaoh go
Walk in the valley of death
Tripping off the last flash
Of an American dream
Men used to at least say they had them
Once more, because non-violence
Used to be hardcore
Once more because I am a man and will take no more
I will not be judged by the color of my skin
In these last of beautiful places
Every day of every hour
(And yes I meant it that way)
Every movement needs a safehouse
So let me take you in my arms
And nurture humanity's evolution,
Split the seed of opression
And in utero we'll breed a revolution
I am a man
And for principles I'll stand
Forged in the crucible of courage
Back down from no one
I will have my sovereignty
Poverty is a construct of greed
And a 1776 of ignorance
Blissfully I declare my independence
From the rags which clothed my fathers' fathers
As they stitched the flag
Of a history, America
Spangled stars and bars of
A war against injustice
I am a man
In the land of the free,
I say oh, I can see
By the rose colored dawn's twilight hour
Which as a patriot I cannot without preconditions hail proudly
Give me my liberty or give me my death
Who killed JFK?
Who killed Malcolm X?
Who killed Bobby Kennedy?
Who killed MLK?
You can't kill an idea
But you damn sure thought you could
Wake up America
We must learn form our mistakes
Its no tragedy if we do things better this time
Weep not;
We learn from the past, but we do not regret
We live on, but we do not forget
Soul force times star times moon times night
The path is clear, and my vision bright
I hold fast, no broken winged bird;
I know I can fly
Some men see things the as they are and ask:
Why?
I dream things that never were and say:
Why not?
© 2009 Eugene Aarons-Cooke
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