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There were black crowds in Washington white.
Can we all get along?
In the red hills of Georgia
Lost in a valley,
In the dark shadows of poverty.
The fear and name calling,
The race baiting and packaged beliefs,
Have divided us by party lines and railroad tracks.
The black reverend came a long way
To stand on the steps,
To face the potential violence.
Shoulder to shoulder,
Fifty years ago it was a sea of men, women and children.
A shot rang out in the Memphis sky
The man in black
Free at last.
I am lost in a world where there is no family
I have the privilege of being a part of
What so few do
So few know the rules
Crusted sand stands as a reminder of once fertile ground
Thirst for what is before them
Unable to drink they insist they can’t
They insist they tried
Text message thoughts without a face to face
How cold we have become
How lonely the world is
Filled with heads down
Eyes shy or worse scared
The feed keeps them going
Scrolling across the screen
It is always better on the other page
Google their beliefs
Package their thoughts
Digital trinkets and bells
Where are mothers like mine?
Where are we now?
Lost without family.