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though winter
is here,
we can’t afford
to chill;
the progress made
is too dear
and we must continue
to build…
no matter the level
of snow,
no matter the amount
of ice,
we must always remain
on the go
for those who have paid
the price
ensuring our black lives matter
in this political ice
we can’t have another winter
of discontent
with our liberation again frozen
in frigid time;
the loud cry was clearly heard—
we’ve been sent—
can’t afford to be caught again
in a frigid bind…
so stoke the fire of courage and faith
and keep it hot…
keep plowing heated hope that’s warm
and great…
keep dumping cold apathetic icy attitudes
in the melting pot…
the hot soup of our fueling audacious hope
we must continue to make.
