The Rock Cries Out
The rock cries out to us today,
beneath the weight of passing time,
The rock cries out in the storm today,
Where dreams erode yet hope will climb.
A brave and startling truth shows the way—
A conceit of love, both fierce and sublime.
Pickin em up and layin em down to pray,
On aging, old folks laugh in their prime.
When great trees fall, their roots remain,
Beneath the pulse of morning bright.
A reminder of a childhood hopscotch game.
Equality glimmers in the lesson’s light,
When great trees fall, their roots remain.
Equality shines in protests’ fight.
When I think about myself, I seem sane.
Bright banners ripple through the night.
Our grandmothers fade in memory’s haze,
The rock cries out, “Our strength won’t cease,”
They went home and we lift up praise.
As love’s angel sings of eternal peace.
Our grandmothers fade, but their legacies blaze
The rock cries out, “Our strength won’t cease,”
As we lift each other with a challenge to raise,
Marching forward toward collective needs.
WoPoLi 
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