Hear the voice of the populace
Who past, present, future weave;
Do not wish away the past,
Or the present and future unbelieve.

When the soul is wounded quick,
The brain goes up in crimson flame;
Guns dwindle to unfeared toys,
And pebbles take on an inspired name.

Sit you down with those you say
Are integral to your family;
Dump presumption out the door,
Let fairness vanquish authority.

Recall the days when oppression
Reigned all across the realm;
Let freedom’s memory be your guide,
Let love and dignity overwhelm.

This crass insistence to jettison
Vows forgotten, or betrayed;
Disown cunning, perfidy,
Let an equal covenant be made.

One of love and honesty,
Of acceptance beyond subterfuge,
Let true love embrace and own,
And wounded decades assuage.

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