Freedom Cry Poem by Phantom Anonymous

Still, after all this time, we refuse to change
Living recklessly in the turmoil of yesterday too scared to turn a page
Foolishly embracing the demeaning terms they cast
As if burdened by the rusty chains of an ever lingering past
Afraid of the possibilities of tomorrow, we wallow in yesterday’s news,
Without even knowing we continue to reassure them, why we bare this bruise,
Though we are no longer weighed upon by the physical burdens, our minds still long to be free,
We are today’s bearers of the black pride….. So fly all high, for all to see