Amouta Stardancer - Brothers

A monument to MARTYRS,
working for peace,
and for justice.
The voice of their people,
of THE people,
oppressed and abused,
tired of WAR marching.

Behind Ghandi,
they stood,
beaten and bloodied,
by EACH OTHER'S blows.
FORWARD to peace,
to LOVE,
to UNTIY.

Behind Martin Luther King Jr.,
they marched,
toward rivers,
of their own blood,
into the blows of their own brother,
their cry,
PEACE! ! !
LOVE! ! !
UNITY! ! !

Before their PRISONS,
they stood,
throwing down their SHACKLES,
BECKONING their BROTHERS,
away from
WALLS,
of PREJUDICE,
STONES,
of HATE,
BULLETS,
of WAR,
and BARS of COLOR,
DIVIDING a world of BROTHERS.

Amouta Stardancer

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