plunged into mourning and anger,
Dried blood can still be seen…
“bang” along vacant, sweaty desert highway
took a breath before the moment of truth.
BANG. It worked again
a little boy in a tiny coat had to hop out
Walk across a dusty pavement runway,
stand in a roped-off line,
defective, something hideous and unlovable
deserve to be the heroes of their own stories
To be free is a great privilege….
Shed a tear in their memory
strive to make the most of
for hard won is this independence
Pledge to stand up for those
whose voice the world refuses to hear
for we are the legacy of those
for who paid the ultimate price…for us !