Counsel of the suffering, the winds of change are upon us,<\/p>\n
Blowing against the climate of discontent and disparity,<\/p>\n
Adversities growing to heights as tall as the high-minded privileged,<\/p>\n
And as low as the mucky seed of divisiveness and raging white supremacy and anarchist.<\/p>\n
The burning Sun reveals the decaying carcasses of hate and greed.<\/p>\n
This is the season that winter rains cannot even cleanse nor moisten the harden hearts of man,<\/p>\n
Young and old march together in protest on a quest where we have fought before,<\/p>\n
\u00a0Screaming in unbelief on police cars, they stand crying; people dying in the street,<\/p>\n
Faces masked in defeat from a Season that has no reason – where is an opened door?<\/p>\n
Who will\u00a0 rise up and face the dark clouds that have been accumulating?<\/p>\n
Who will take a stand<\/p>\n
And shops are closed and the old and the youth ponder together where do we go from here,<\/p>\n
Grandmas is dying and no one knows that 2-years old Fatima is already dead.<\/p>\n
No one is listening to what the doctor said…<\/p>\n
This Season has the seeds of solution, but who is willing to stop this contamination of mind –<\/p>\n
How can the ground produce fruit, with so many fires to put out; so much pollution.<\/p>\n
I saw Falcons fly to my neighborhood seeking refuge instinctively,<\/p>\n
Discerning the maddening crowd.<\/p>\n
Little food to eat, like us, are forced to retreat, quarantined,<\/p>\n
While protest does not bring the deluge of,<\/p>\n
Water needed to quench the centuries of inequalities that wrap around America like chains.<\/p>\n
People of many heritages sing in the street, “I Sing America Too!.\u00a0 Dejavu!<\/p>\n
Tanks and rubber bullets can’t feel the hearts of men -” they can’t breathe!”<\/p>\n
POTUS sits and seethes.<\/p>\n
This is the Season to Stand!\u00a0 “The harvest is plentiful, but the laborers are few!”<\/p>\n
Some seasons come in like a Lion and go out like a lamb.<\/p>\n
We the people of the United States must<\/p>\n
Not ignore the times or the season,<\/p>\n
It is incumbent upon us all to get close enough to the fire to put it<\/p>\n
out!<\/p>\n
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