My contribution to the Sunday Swirl, today June 8, 2014:
Muffled sound of a Marvin Gaye song,
Gun pops as one's existence ends
We hear whispers, the language of love
But the power shifted back again
Whether stomping on the asphalt yard,
or beating the streets in Washington,
the fight for civil rights
- still not won
Summer sidewalks sizzled
in the heat of the day;
black power rose
to the pulpit at night
Large numbers of demonstrators
marched in place
Said "Hello, world, look at us! -
we are all together one single human race"
