How the heart aches
When vestiges of hate and discord remain
It is often said
That time will heal
When we take a new road
And the sweet rain of a new spring has come
That what has happened before will be a thing of the past
But this is not true
It will not be until you see, hear and speak the truth
You are just not a man of color
You are a man of many colors
You are a hybrid
Now you must reach out and touch all
Those who were either your advocates or opponents
So that all can taste the promise of a meal yet to come
With your intellect you know these truths
They are simple and all encompassing
That they can stand by themselves
Because then, the waters of healing
Will extinguish the embers of division