A protest of reclamation
The ground shakes in anticipation
A wave of newfound hope sparks the attention
Of surrounding people
A march dedicated to the right of freedom
Each step marks the ground of remembrance
A permanent mark that refuses erasure
The sound of revolution echoes in every building
Voices that demand to be heard
Voices that demand reperation
Each chant an indictment
Each sign a verdict
Each fist a representation of the unity
In the black community
The sky blank
Not wanting to distract
From a movement of great impact
Ones that rip apart a society meant to harm
Yet we stand together linked by our arms
A barrier of love
Unbreakable by hate
Joy the organiser
Our strength the leader
We come as one
A generational collective
Each soul, each heart sparks chills
An air of ice towards the oppressors
The wind creates goosebumps as to what will come
A spiritual atmosphere overwhelms
Their throats choked by our ancestors hands
A little taste of the abuse they catered
Their confused cries to be released ignored
Their panicked faces a fate they have earned
Of what it is like to be seen not heard
The words we speak pierce hearts
Accountability we shove down their throats
Their egos become an exhibition
It's need for attention cornered
Your need for superiority bare and exposed
The world will shake in fear
Secrets buried slowly exposed
The bodies they try to rid unearthed
Risen from the soil to fight for justice
Together the past, the present, the future generation stand together to watch their hate cower
In the face of reclaiming our black power
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