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The ever coming dawn
seemed to have struggled
with the coming of morning---
returning from his nocturnal journey,
the sun slowly stretched, yawned
and arose to the appointed occasion
sending dim, golden rays piercing
shades of lazy gray clouds
as the whistling wind wailed,
whooshing through the trees
and streaking around corners---
sounding awakening alarms
hands cannot stop nor ears ignore…
The weight of sleep eased,
the window shades of startled orbs
slowly opened to the time’s light,
oblivious to the time of closure,
only aware of time’s here and now…
With praises due, thanksgiving
is offered for another cherished day
to teach the children the liberating way
that they not perish in the ongoing struggle
to be totally free from oppressive forces:
spiritually, culturally, politically and economically…
Chosen once more and again
to journey onward with tasks divine
I clothed myself with the breastplates
of audacious faith, enlightenment
and strength of the ancestors…
And with my eyes stayed on the prize,
I went about the business of total liberation.
