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No longer will I cringe
to the trough of degradation
feasting like a paschal hog
awaiting slaughter
oblivious of his fate
while the stylized face
of the blind goddess of justice
shadows the evil done in her name.
While inking words of justice
with the shed blood
of ancestors of the dream, I will
sing sable songs of redemption
in this Diaspora of new world beginnings:
No one or anything can stop our rising again;
Our sacrifices---the worthy sacraments:
the holistic bread and wine of liberation---
freedom gifts of which our children will partake.
