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One thing that’s no lie:
We got to hold up
The banner until we die…
As Christmas—not their X-mas—approaches
My mind floats back to an ancestral gathering.
That Christmas, I shared with my ancestors
Something I had done that I thought was great;
They, in turn, said unto me, “Well done, Baby.”
“Just so that you know, we didn’t expect less
of you.”
“Look around and see all who paved the way
for you.”
Indeed, let us never forget those who paved
The crucified road to our resurrected liberty
That our birthing crosses would be overcome
As we likewise smooth out the pavement
For the celebrating ones to follow us onward:-
Thus, likewise, may this blessed Christmas be
For those traveling generations that are to be born
To pick up the ancestral banner just like you and me.
