The Ticking Soul (dedicated to MLK)
If one honest man is not free
Then no man is free
If a man is treated as less than a man
Will you hear his plea?
When your eyes avert from discomfort
And your mind seeks only pleasure
Those impoverished of their rights
Swallow your care in small measure
Do we all share the same dream?
Or is independence reserved for the few?
Do you think all is well and change is permanent
Or do you understand how this may not be true?
For the law is not the heart of a man
And the more we make the more we need
For the intent of the written word
Seems to die the moment we plant the seed
What happens in our lifetime
Is dust settling all around
It may be time is all we have
Our souls tick without making a sound
They still march holding pictures of the past
For they are comforted by the suffering of their own kind
What you cannot understand or comprehend is their legacy
And how the death of a brother burned deeply into their mind
The blood that is thick slows acceptance of our love
Though it is written that we will protect the weak
But what one man believes another may well reject
And the dreams of some are not how others may speak
Fear not the needs of others
Fear not those who cry
In the night where there are no answers
Only the ticking soul knows why
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