Counter movements bussing a new schooling.
Snap shots into the crowd hoping for change.
Black and White faces pictured in despair.
Outspoken ones openly targeted by sneaks and creeps.
Fingers pointed towards barrels shooting death.
Jesses, Jackies, and Juans witnessed Martin’s, Bobby’s, and John’s.
Family baptized in the reflecting pool of shared dreams.
Speaker Preachers teaching new reaches.
Rainbows purpled hazed with rosy colored granny glasses.
Looters and shooters and bashers and thrashers.
Flowers bulleted into student bodies.
Malcolm ex-ed while Mississippi burned.
Mother, May I take one small step closer to I am a man?
Winds of Change blew our long beautiful hair away.
Something a long time coming is happening here.
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