My Son’s Circles

My son walks in circles

Whenever he is free;

Yet such a silly thing

Is quite powerful to me.

The world is open for us,

Information to be found,

Yet most of us walk circles

With our eyes upon the ground.

But unlike my brave boy,

We keep our circles small.

As long as this is so,

Nothing will improve at all.

There are many folk whose circles

Were broadened very young.

Latin, Black, and Native voices

Had to learn the white man’s tongue.

Yet when the white is asked

To recognize that this is so,

They keep their eyes upon the ground;

Their circle will not grow.

I beg you now, dear Friend,

Fight to make your circle wide.

It won’t always be pretty,

But only then can all abide.

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A Stand

Neutrality’s the enemy

Of Progress and Equality.

We cannot stand and idle be

While others struggle to be free.

It isn’t that we hate the State

In which we all cohabitate,

But we must all collaborate

To make our Nation truly great.

So long as some are left behind

And others choose to wander blind,

Justice will be hard to find

And Peace will stay a state of mind.

We must shift from punishment

And remake the establishment;

Correct the Systems’ racial bent

And strive for social betterment.

So do not speak of Unity

While some act with impunity,

But sacrifice Security,

Help others know Serenity.

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