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(From A Pedagogical Odyssey)
Arise you children of now.
Wipe away the matter
From your eyes;
Unplug your waxed ears
And hear the whispering
Echoes of the Ancestors—
Awakening sleepy memories
Of yawning visions of deferred
Dreams reflecting realities soaring
In the blowing winds of change:-
Come children and create
New dreams dreaming back
Visions of new realities coming.
While holstering fear and releasing fury
never ever forget that one Is not the masses;
While holstering fear and releasing
Fury—never ever forget that
The bank of justice practices foreclosure;
While holstering fear and releasing Fury
Never ever forget that yours is a generation
With a blood debt:-
Let not the orchards of your minds be victims
Of mental frostbite nor the scorching dryness
Of its mental drought:-
Let not your being linger behind like pluck fruit
Left to rot;
Let not time steal away the germinating forces
Of your seeds;
Let not the scythe of time sever your anchored
Nourishing roots:-
No my children—in the turbulent waters of change—
Let not the harsh waves o time wash away the harvest.
