Are we worried anymore
If the salt is on the table
Or the meat is overcooked
And the coffee way too strong?
 
Let’s be concerned about the farmer,
Whose needs are overlooked,
As the days get even shorter
But his hours are just as long.
 
It doesn’t matter if a driver
Is enraged at a light
That turns its color way before
He can run it on the street.
 
What’s important is the child
Who crosses safely to the sidewalk
And smiles freely
At every person of every color that he meets.
 
It makes no difference if they don’t like it
When I speak to them my truth
To unsettle all the dust
That’s taken years for them to tread.
 
When they utter their convictions,
I will listen to their words
And believe the quiet messages
In all that they have said.
 
For just a moment, we had trusted
That our fate was safely guarded,
So our sons and daughter walked
Without any sign of fear.
 
 
 
Until that time should come again,
And their compassion be revealed,
Speak no more of pretty rainbows
Or of dreams they’ve yet to hear.


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