Miracles In America

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windpowered houred love
and the sentence is penance
for dilligence due
resilience from sparks
on dark black back
I won't attack
although exacting
revenge would singe
Old Glory further
Heard the shot
'round the sound of freedom
Let it ring
Let it ring

A thing of beauty
This land of ours
it knew me
by my blood mixed
in it's earthy mud
chewed cud
rehashed in our meats
reshed in our asphalted streets
and mixed in dog teeth
from the acts of oppression
all the aggression
I'm guessing my land
weeped in silence
watched all the senseless
violence against us

Hosed down
nose ground
pound after batoned pound
the sound of disbelief
pained grief
over those deceased
still i refuse to be down
not drowned in misery
over America's woeful history
my chemistry simply
mixed out a new batch
of my kind over time

I'm climbed to the
Sermon on the Mount
Too much to surmount
The touch from the Hand of GOD
prods me forward toward
the future thanks to blood lost
i'm blood bought

Not distraught
Though Ive milage
to go before I sleep
My love of the land
Still extends my hand
To my fellow man
Be it Caucus Creole or Creek
i seek asylum
inside them

my heart palpitations peak
deep
though withered
down but not beat
I'm alive heretothereof
I am love
We're
A Miracle In America

chay 2009