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