The soul has much to say

Little boy...from Atlanta


Skipping rocks, across the river
Playing, pick up sticks
A young mind, an age old idea
A voice of peace, in its infant stages

The prayers of youth
Pleasing the Father,
honoring the Son,
embracing, the Spirit

Growing in stature
Understanding, His commission
Truth, from a civil throat
We all are one...lets live as one

God's, rainbow
Your skin, my skin
He designed it, this way
A prism, of harmony

Ignorance is shortsighted
Racism, blinded by tunnel vision
The impact, of a bullet
Freedom explodes, in the ears

...of the future

Happy Birthday, to the man...the dream

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Little boy...from Atlanta

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