Like chickens in a coop
We laid warm eggs of hope
Nights passed over and mornings came
The red rooster of oppression crowed out
And eggs hoped to hatch their yokes of justice
Were freely served and eaten by his fellows
But this morning the black rooster of liberation
Stands on the fence post crowing over the barnyard
Where hued chickens gather crowing and clucking
Their jubilation the seen and heard hatchings in hued nests.