PEGGY TROTTER DAMMOND PREACELY

We are of an age, left as it is up to us,

who must just do this dance.

Who must speak out, speak up

Reverberate against the lies,

Open each others’ eyes

Re-claim this agenda and invoke the change.

Re-arrange the deranged.

We are this new music and this is indeed

our chance.                                                                     

This is our sacred time to insist

that we must each resist.

Take our stand in the light

Do this transformative dance.

 We must ignore the tweets

and seek a vaccine to inoculate against the hate..                                               

Or should we just cry FIRE?

storm the gates and occupy the streets

ignore the tweets?

And just who is this collective “we”?

Who is it over there in those shadows?

at the edge of our periphery?

In the corners of our teary, weary  eyes?

where we are hearing this collective strumming ,

this persistent drumming?  

Why it is coming from the

the direction of The Four Winds…of our nations’

indigenous peoples,

and from our inner-city corridors,

from the circling Wall of Mothers

it is jumping from El Bete…that north bound train to freedom.

it is walking the pipe lines…

it is crowding the street corners,

inhabiting the boardrooms… teaching in the classrooms, writing the OPEDS, posting on Instagram, yard-signing           our lawns…

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