Shattering the Shackles

SHATTERING THE SHACKLES… (APROPOS RESURRECTION)… I shall no longer be your tragedy or divine comedy; Nor the phantom pain of the fake penitence you proclaim. I will no longer wallow in despair nor put down the me inside. Today, I am a phoenix rising from the ashes of shame; rising From the ‘buked and the scorn of today! I am the new sunshine of the old rain, created and molded By God’s hands; anointed to bring back peace and the love; and To shatter the shackles from children’s minds. Today I am the needle. The needle in the eye of injustice; the needle re-stitching the ripped veil Re-stitching the ripped veil of our unity: regaining community. I am the new child of the old songs the ancestors sung: a healing hymn! I am the new talking drum…echoing… de dump…de dump…de dump… “And before I be a slave, I’ll be buried in my grave; And go home to my Lord And be free.” Yes, I am a new day begun. The dream’s reality won. And I shall not be moved. I shall walk the green mile as a new Nile child And by His hands, I shall survive the tribulations and the trial. By His hand, I am the new light of the day, guiding us along the way. Send me I said! Roll of thunder…echo my cry. Roll of thunder echo my shout! Rise! My people…Rise!… Let Peace and Love ring out! Shout!