A sonnet in dedication to the memory of George Floyd, whose tragic death is mourned by us all.
The strength of [our] color will prevail: white, black, yellow, or red make no difference in the racist threat against existence that oppresses by might but is not right! In numbers, unity explodes like night afire with flames, like a deliverance about to split apart Intolerance, the racist's bark, and the vile bigot's bite. It is right; and takes the appearance of strong, marching Youth that reform the old view, and shine a vision of a world suffused with love, grace, justice, and rightness in hearts anew: our tribes can live in peace and soar above as One, when our colors become one hue.
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