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How long
must we still march
and sing---
our feet grown weary
and facades of justice
quietly silelncing our voices?
Today
we remain footnotes
of his story---
our story
a cocooned legacy
of a pregnant dream
hanging
in the tangled web od tume.
Matrices of pseudo gains
continue
to tease unripened minds
with schams of liberty.
Today
in due time
in due season
we will rise up
from the pit we're in---
rise up
and catch the fallen dream
laying it in the warm nest
of the bosom of liberation---
and incubate the waiting vision
of our destined realities
singing songs of redemption---
ringing bells of freedom
dancing to the beat of liberty:
Indeed
the flame of determination
burns eternally
and the love-journey
of the unshackled
continues towards the trysting place.
