In the Tangled Web of Time

IN THE TANGLED WEB OF TIME… How long must we still march and sing--- our feet grown weary and facades of justice quietly silencing our voices? Today we remain footnotes to his story--- our story a cocooned legacy of a pregnant dream hanging in the tangled web of time. Matrices of pseudo gains continue to tease un-ripened minds with scams of liberty. Today in due time in due season we will rise up from the pit we’re in--- rise up and catch the fallen dream laying it in the warm nest of the bosom of liberation--- and incubate the waiting vision of our destined realities singing songs of redemption--- ringing bells of freedom dancing to the beat of liberty: Indeed the flame of determination burns eternally and the love-journey of the unshackled continues toward the trysting place.