Kindred Kind

KINDRED KIND by Rick Folker We need prophets and poets Poor people, lost people Raising their voices In Rage We need Feminists Fearless Gays, Forces of Freedom Ready to Engage We need Blacks We need Browns Burning with your Fundamental Faith We need the Unsung Young And the Yellow-Red tongue Yelling down The rising tide of Hate We need Torturous Truth And Towering Hope Talking back to power Slinking from the White privilege Haze We need you, we need me To seize the scepter Of shouting supremacy Something That just might sound; Soulfull Selfless and just simply Sane