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Psychedelic prints
Diplomatic hints
Rewind to the late 60s early 70s
A change is gonna come
Not talking bout a revolution
But insinuating an evolution
We're not saying Right On sister
We're not saying What's happening brother
But perhaps now we're really thinking about
looking deeply into each others' eyes
And witnessing our same ancestors' cries
Maybe then we won't be so quick to judge and despise
But hug and embrace each other with a quickness instead
Maybe we'll truly feel each other, and not
just use that as a catch phrase
Maybe our auras will embrace
for a multitude of means and wondrous ways
Perhaps second, third, and fourth thoughts will be given
Could, would, should I take that course of action
Won't it have an equally oppositional detrimental reaction?
Should I treat that brother like the king that he is?
Should I not hold that sister up like a queen?
Indeed.
Right them both upon a royal steed
Make their day
Send them onward to where their dreams may lead
Beyond circumstances cast their way
Jesse said, and we repeated
I am Somebody
Used to reverberate in my head
Rewind to the late 60s early 70s
Taking the strength of that chant that so many said
Black Lives Matter...certainly
That statement has power
Unarmed Blacks taken out of this world
by the unapologetic shower
of bullets, upon bullets, upon bullets
Already know all lives matter
Yes all lives should, but obviously they don't
Some just trying to dull the sharpness of this point
Want us to stop saying it?
Well, we won't
May we all find reason
Despite the pain and stain of each grimson transgression
To keep marching in a unified forward progression
Just some lines thrown together
Some splashes of paint left,
enough for some glints
From last week's inspirational
psychedelic prints
