STAND

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