Sons of sand
Holding signs I am a man
Daughters of dust
Holding signs, life in her gut
Fathers of the past
Never thought how long this would last
Mothers of the movement
Never thought so many forget their commitments
Sons of man
Fictional to control and command
Daughter of woman
Subjected to the desire of lust
Fathers of the future
Hoping they did right for the legacy
Mothers of the forgotten
Hoping their child returns home safe
Sons of redemption
Committed to a dream of equality
Daughters of justice
Standing alone these tears are not forgiveness
Sons and Fathers
Fallow each other
Mothers and Daughters
Embrace each other
©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2020
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