Through My Veins
Civil rights runs through my veins,
Can you imagine the pain?
Some talk of the old days,
And memory lane,
Those memories are hard to explain,
From Rosa, Johnnie, and Martin
There is no stopping
A life’s work in progress,
Without recess
That I attest
and express,
The revolution must progress,
Not pause,
Too many have died for the cause,
And if we were to stop,
Their work would be in vain,
So that is why I say civil rights
runs through my veins.
I shall never forget the pain,
So one day the dream can be attained.
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