And This Too, Shall Be Over Come…
Once more and again
Realize that now is the time
And the time is now. Now to appease
The ancestors’ plowing spirit of pursuit;
That they have not died in vain.
Too far we have come. Come
Let us be about the business of today.
Bowels of slave ships we’ve survived;
Jailed cesspools we’ve overcome.
Rock and hard place vote is a breeze.
From where we must go
Let’s choose now. Now is the time. And
The time tick tots to do the right thing.
The right thing of the ancestors—
The right thing ancestors fought and died for.
Let us not be a mere footnote
To history—rather, be a living volume
Of the Ancestor’s and Our Story;
We have not come this far to stop now.
Now is the time and the time is now.
Let’s bathe ourselves in Good Friday spirit. Choosing—
Looking forward to another opportunity to plow on
Towards that rewarding day when a new fire will burn;
When in the morning’s dawn—dark pessimisms dissipate,
Cough up the ghost—spitting the rays of the light of won liberation.