Men, women, children, all and every color Rise up to meet her in the nomadic vapor. Rise up! Greet her with thy soul’s civility, We can ask no more and no less of thee.
Affirm the worlds waiting stillness with her. Bring thy grace, let go thy mortal weaponry. Rise up in the streets of the towns and cities, Rise up! Tilt thy angry faces toward the sun!
Yolanda King, we march with thee this day. We stride with thee… sharing thy morning walk, We sit with thee… and drink at thy table, We speak with thee… though we see thee not.
O! Ghost in the shade of want come forth, Walk with us, walk with us in our trance! We declare peace in this; thy emerald dream, Open eyed to it grasping thy bleeding chance!
O! We tongueless ones in our painful disgrace Let us not use deceit to twist the patient hands failing, Instead let us smile upon the poor lives of all men and carry this emerald sheen with a proud face!
Men, women, children, all and every color
Rise up to meet her in the nomadic vapor.
Rise up! Greet her with thy soul’s civility,
We can ask no more and no less of thee.
Affirm the worlds waiting stillness with her.
Bring thy grace, let go thy mortal weaponry.
Rise up in the streets of the towns and cities,
Rise up! Tilt thy angry faces toward the sun!
Yolanda King, we march with thee this day.
We stride with thee… sharing thy morning walk,
We sit with thee… and drink at thy table,
We speak with thee… though we see thee not.
O! Ghost in the shade of want come forth,
Walk with us, walk with us in our trance!
We declare peace in this; thy emerald dream,
Open eyed to it grasping thy bleeding chance!
O! We tongueless ones in our painful disgrace
Let us not use deceit to twist the patient hands failing,
Instead let us smile upon the poor lives of all men
and carry this emerald sheen with a proud face!
© 2007 mrp/thepoetryman
Yolanda Denise King