A REVIEW OF THIS NEW STAGED REALITY

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Despair sought a captive audience;

Hope showed up instead with faith—

Handing out flyers with grab bags

Of treats of sweeting courage:-

Remembrance was the opening act:

Its recall was loaded with, “That’s A Fact!”

The waterfall of the blood of memory fell:

We’ve survived 400+ years of slavery;

We’ve survived the hanging of strange fruits;

We’ve survived the KKK’s bombing us;

We’ve survived the Jim Crow’s droppings;

We’ve survived unjust shootings and kneeings;

We’ve survived all debilitations spewed upon us;

Yes…the waterfall of the blood of memory fell:-

Intermission has come and passed on;

And the curtains opens on Act Two:-

The stage has been set and checked;

And the mind checks Shakespear out;

The new tragedy, merely an old reality:

We’ll survive this “Trumphed-up” eddy too:-

The curtains will close again

But it will not be the end:-

Remember, only workers die,

The work still goes onward!

Survive…we always have…

And survive…we always will…

Virtual awareness review is over;

Now wipe away those tears of apathy

And get up and grab your bag and go

Do what you need to do:-*

*N.B.: If there be any virtue in all of this,

Open-up you mind and think on it:-

Despair sought a captive audience; Hope showed up instead with faith— Handing out flyers with grab bags Of treats of sweeting courage:- Remembrance was the opening act: Its recall was loaded with, “That’s A Fact!” The waterfall of the blood of memory fell: We’ve survived 400+ years of slavery; We’ve survived the hanging of strange fruits; We’ve survived the KKK’s bombing us; We’ve survived the Jim Crow’s droppings; We’ve survived unjust shootings and kneeings; We’ve survived all debilitations spewed upon us; Yes…the waterfall of the blood of memory fell:- Intermission has come and passed on, And the curtains opens on Act Two:- The stage has been set and checked; And the mind checks Shakespear out; The new tragedy, merely an old reality: We’ll survive this “Triumphed-up” eddy too:- The curtains will close again But it will not be the end:- Remember, only workers die, The work still goes onward! Survive…we always have… And survive…we always will… Virtual awareness review is over; Now wipe away those tears of apathy And get up and grab your bag and go Do what you need to do:-* *N.B.: If there be any virtue in all of this, Open-up you mind and think on it:-

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