Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?
Is there something we have forgotten? Some precious thing we have lost, wandering in strange lands?
Yet would we die as some have done, beating a way for the rising sun.
I have sown beside all waters in my day. I planted deep, within my heart the fear That wind or fowl would take the grain away. I planted safe against this stark, lean year.
How dare anyone, parent, schoolteacher, or merely literary critic, tell me not to act colored.
Shouts of dead men break upon the night.
Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories