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The Protests
The raging winds are blowing
I can feel it in my soul
The slow bending arc of justice is reaching for her goal
We cannot let this movement lie
King Martin’s voice will surely die
The streets are full
My eyes they burn
The bullets fly
Is it my turn?
We cannot falter now
Stop and turn around
This time we’re going to win
It may take my mortal end
The winds of change are blowing
I can feel it in my soul
The slow bending arc of justice has finally reached her
Goal
The movement will not lie
Martin’s voice will not die
Defeated we are not
For victory took her shot
As we bow at Jesus feet
Our burdens he does reach
Our protest must be won
Sweet victory broke the gun
©By June Rochelle McIntosh
6/13/2020
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