Thanks for sharing this, Pat. Intense. I hope to hear you play it sometime. Put me
in mind of a poem I wrote after reading a collection of writings by MLK, Jr. called
"Testament of Hope":
When worth's redeemed
Then so soon spent
And we've read all hope's testament
Will we still dare
To raise our heads?
So long unbowed, so long they've bled.
These unlocked chains
Don't mean we're free.
Our stardust ain't
Cosmology.
Yet celebrate!
Sisters and brothers, we can!
Our time has come!
This is our land!
We'll pity those who aren't so blessed
Reaching for more
Grasping far less.
When our soul's treasures
Give account
Naught of this world
Is paramount.
-Julius
Pat writes:
<< (song I used to do)
the country side was cold and still
there was a cross upon a hill
this cold cross wore a burning hood
to hide it's ugly heart of wood
father... I hear the iron sound
of hoofbeats on the frozen ground
down from the hill the riders came
Lord it was a cryin' shame
To see the blood upon their whips
and hear the snarlin' of their lips
mother... I feel a stabbing pain
my blood runs down like summers rain
now each one wore a mask of white
to hide his cruel face from sight
and each one sucked a hungry breath
out from the empty lungs of death
sister, come hod my bloody head
it's so lonely to be dead
now he who travels with the klan
he's a devil and not a man
and underneath that white disguise
I have looked into his eyes
brother... will you stand by me
it's not easy to be free
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