Bird of Pray

There is a beat rhythm, in this repetitive dance beating cadence of the drums, sounding a melodic hustling hum; we do not fight, avoiding confrontations we do not draw blood yet spar for a voice and we bleed struggling to be heard and we die for what we need in our waiting, no longer fence-sitting, beleaguered by our uncertain hopes and scrupulous of our betrayed dreams in our desire for a reasonable understanding for attitudes, ideas to become empathy and compassion for acceptance of the reality of times that are well passed; and to be who we are meant to be, humanity and recognize where we all need to go, living, longing, hopeful, equal but no longer asking rather demanding that the soaring heavens see, hear, touch to find your heart, each and every heart and rise to the occasion ready, willing, tolerant accepting for change.