Inspired by words from Barack Obama
Prose by Dave Schipper © 2008 Rose Riversongs
Words cannot mend a broken country
Where men died for their freedom
And then looked past those in slavery.
Scars of past humiliation are real.
Wounds either overlooked or used
By both sides with too vile zeal.
Not this time, hear us cry, Not this time
Let’s silence the cynics
Be our brother’s keeper
Fix schools, homes and clinics
Hear us Cry, Not this Time, Not This Time
Promised words on a parchment
Helped focus our path to justice
But we the people are impatient.
Imperfect as we are, we are family.
Farmers, artists, statesmen, doctors
We can’t disown our community.
Yes this time, hear us cry, Yes this time
We can embrace our past
Without being a victim
And forge a peace at last
Hear us Cry, Yes this Time, Yes This Time
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