meandering,
skipping over,
bubbling through the streams’ flow,
all this grotesque gaudiness washed away,
if we only,
hop,
skip,
and peacefully tread,
along the path unbeaten, the course nature needs us to stitch together, thread by echoing thread … … …
the hunger for freedom raged,
armed struggle waged,
daughters and sons,
lovers and friends,
sacrificed lives, life, families,
today we hear homilies, tales of misty yesterdays, of the birds and of the bees,
respectful homages to the valiant who fell,
still, the hunger for freedom rages,
to the tolling of the bell,
for water, jobs and food, electrification in the neighborhood,
while the few stack up their heaving plates,
the many are flung to the fates,
yes, the battle for freedom still rages,
for decent housing and dignified wages … … …
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