We stand here as soldiers. We gather as one
For they who were slain. For those who are gone.
Memories of Selma, of Lincoln and King
The rivers are tear-filled. The waters to bring.
The blue, red, and white, ragged stripes, shattered stars
The cross is no longer our symbol but scar.
We stand here together our hands intertwine
We pray for a miracle, the water to wine
The fabric it is, the colors do fade.
A bloodstained remembrance of what they have paid.
Now hear me all people. Please, gather round
Come stand by the river and sing, “Take it down”.
Susan W. Trestrail