Emancipation was the key to the Promised Land, a sweeter, brighter, a more blissful life stretched out over time. The thoughts of freedom and freedoms came fearful like a powerful wave of sea water; a steadily crashing movement moving more away that too. Years have flown by and decades too, where are we now in this long fought war.
Has our long fight for freedom illuminated our vision or are we so pressed down we lost our zeal and sight? Yes, chief gains has been made in the quest for endowed freedoms with liberty and justice for all too balance this uneven playing field we have come to know as injustice. The balance is not equally shared but it’s longer than the bridge to nowhere because we are trying to get too somewhere. We look forward to the day when freedom is an advanced guarded liberty for all and not just a dream. We bore the whips and wear the scars of time, humbled by the pilgrimage of sacrifices and scorn. Let us not get caught up in the swift swirl of living and join the paradox of I got mine, now you get yours and fall on our own swords. The mirrors are reflecting back as we look steel faced at this unflattering world, largely divided by the haves and the haves not. Where do we place the blame?
Pardon me if I’m shouting too loudly, the sunlight that brought the cloud doesn’t have to bring the rain. Don’t swell your voices with hallelujahs until your blessings come; unless you are outraged as the trampled upon. To hear the expressions of whispered words is just an enchantment of yet to come..........