It's Now, It's Time Poem by Eric Cockrell

albino skunks,
nuclear rain.
on the tracks again,
no whistle, no train.

sit down and stand,
occupy your rights.
you gotta be honest
to join the fight.

black man, white man,
your blood colored red.
throw down your anger,
forgive and forget.

the time of the end,
or the time of change.
freedom's never won
without forgiveness and pain...

the soul of the callouses
the hands of those that worked...
dignity defined
by the sweat and the dirt...

their blood in the land,
the cities, and the town.
written far too deep
for greed to take down...

now all that's left
is guts and heart.
you either lay down
or stand up and start.

the choice is ours,
it's all on the line.
the guns are drawn,
it's now, it's time!