The Justice

We the people

Disheveled and dirty

Covered in mud flung

Between back and forth

Assertions

Are elevated and inspired

By words of decency and

Candor

At the darkest moment

With campaign tethering on Disaster

Barack Obama stood up

For nation and self

While taking the venom

Out of the words

Of a radical so-called holy man

He led us to reflect

On the dark original sin

That clouds our nation

And our self-deception

As we pretend

We have found repentance

That the dream

Has come at last

When really much must still Be done

Despite our healing attempts And progress

An unspoken fracture remains



It is the drumbeat of the anger

That surges from the soul of The black community

And into the mouth of

Preachers and politicians

New Orleans

Destroyed and forgotten

An impoverished nation

Where the gap

Continues to grow

Between those with hope and Those without

It is the passionate

Recoil of those

Whose dreams are diminished

And for whom opportunity is A raisin in the sun.



But in our insular

Communities and cliques

We often forget

That this anguished cry

Is colorblind

Felt by the immigrants

Struggling

To find an place

The blue-collar workers

Displaced as their jobs are

Outsourced

And the soldiers betrayed by Stop-loss orders

Misled into a false war.



This yearning desire

For something new

Something great

Something more

Has the potential to unite

As long as we can empathize

Understand the anger

Each strand

Of the fractured

American mosaic

Bears in its thread

It won't be easy

No single politician

No matter how inspiring

Could ever single-handedly

Accomplish this

But we must be honest

Speak candidly about our fears

And unify to achieve

A more perfect union

At long last

Yes we can!

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