SHATTERING THE SHACKLES…
(APROPOS RESURRECTION)…
I shall no longer be your tragedy or divine comedy.
Nor the phantom pain of the fake penitence you proclaim.
I will no longer wallow in despair nor put down the me inside.
Today, I am a phoenix rising from the ashes of shame; rising
From the ‘buked and the scorn of today!
I am the new sunshine of the old rain, created and molded
By God’s hands; anointed to bring back the peace and the love:
To shatter the shackles from children’s minds. Today I am the needle.
The needle in the eye of injustice: the needle re-stitching the ripped veil.
Re-stitching the ripped veil of our unity: regaining community.
I am the new child of the old songs the ancestors sung: a healing hymn!
I am a talking drum…echoing…de dump…de dump…de dump…
“And before I be a slave,
I’ll be buried in my grave;
And go home to my Lord
And be free.”
Yes, I am a new day begun. The dream’s reality won. And
I shall not be moved. I shall walk the green mile as a new Nile child
And by His hands I shall survive the tribulations and the trial. By His hand
I am the new light of the day to guide us along our way. Send me I said!
“Roll of thunder…[echo] my cry.” Roll of thunder echo my shout!
Rise! My people…Rise!…Let Peace and Love ring out! Shout!