For My People
For all those of all colors, all religions
Nations and creeds. Forgotten and lost
broken and cast aside by the once
great vision of a dream.
Which was once called my home my family my right my country tis' of thee
Where we must rise once more and again.
To change this world.
All in good faith and in the new found Freedom of hope
Shining across this land like a beacon
of light and of stars
In the dark.
We must rise once more and again
For my people
A nation in silence
Without a voice of it's own
~ R.M. Engelhardt
55 / Poet, Writer
16 Nov 2020