We were silent,
Back in the day,
When death came
In white hoods, noose in hand
To hang our darker sisters and brothers.
We were silent
When death went
Across an ocean
With bent crosses, yellow stars, and gasses
for the Jew.
We were silent
Back in the day
When death came
For our gay brothers
Who pleaded with us–
Silence equals death.
A lesson we’ve not learned yet.
No words for all this
As we shake our heads
Our silence kills yet again
And another black man dies,
Crushed under authority.
Yes, silence equals death.
We cannot stay silent
If we believe a nation’s promise
Time for us to stand up
And find the words to say–
Should you do this
To our darker sisters and brothers
You do it to us all.
We are the burning flame
Burning away the old ways.
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Do Not Miss Reading This!!
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Stunningly Awesome, My Dear!! God, I love seeing You up on a Soapbox!!! Beautiful, and so powerful. I’m hoping this moves everyone that reads it into action by VOTING!!
xoxo
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Thank you so much for your kind words! Yes, we all need to vote to save our country.
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Preach it. Yes, yes, yes. Our silence also kills. Keep standing strong, writing strong, and loving strong. Jane
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Thank you, Jane
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People are now, better united together, when injustices like these incidents are happening, because we are, slowly, realizing that this is an issue that can only be solved, if we all, unite together, speak up, and out!
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Thank you. We must stand together against injustice. It is the only way.
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Thank you for the reblog
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This poem really hit home for me. Well said.
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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