By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
Who are we who dream of destiny?
Brought up from the land and raised by oppression
Blood, sweat, and tears poured into a land that neglected us
We are the lost children crying out from a forgotten land
What becomes of the broken hearted?
Whose dreams are shattered time and time again?
Ancestral memories not forgotten but trapping us in a submissive mind state
“We Shall Overcome” sung to virgin ears and battered souls
A legacy of love and hate balanced on a thin line
The sense of community lost to our people
A proud people we are
Our legacy lost in ancient manuscripts
Out of the darkness shines a light so bright
Every flicker tells a story of a people
Slighted by fortune pained by the past, hoping for a future
In the darkness our destiny awaits
A future left unwritten