A sonnet dedicated to the memory of George Floyd, whose tragic death is mourned by us all.
|The strength of [our] color will prevail: white,
black, yellow, or red make no difference
in the racist threat against existence
that oppresses with might but is not right!
In numbers, unity explodes like night
afire with flames, like a deliverance
about to split apart Intolerance,
the racist's bark, and the mean bigot's bite.
It is right; and has the appearance of
strong, marching Youth who reform the old view,
and shine a vision of a world suffused with love,
grace, justice, and rightness in hearts anew.
Our tribes can live in peace and soar above
as One, when our colors become one hue.