Man, Woman, And Child Poem by Eric Cockrell
Man, Woman, And Child
blackness....
ache, wound raw
with freedom's stripes.
hallowed ground,
...or hollow sound?
the ghosts of the dead,
mourn....
not just words,
a way of life,
a sense of being,
equal with dignity!
sold too cheaply,
by those without conscience....
but our fathers stand
with memory's sword!
right or wrong,
can only choose right...
human demands human,
every man, woman, and child!
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