Weekend Post- Looking at the Stars (poetry)

Still Looking at the Stars

I tremble at the site of a bowed and black man,
Battered and beaten by slavery's eternal scars and ties.
Children robbed of their innocence, families separated,
loneliness, heartache, misery.
Still looking at the stars!

Powerful brother, relateable to all,
Clutching Freedom's bars in his hands.
Deserving of the equal, but not granted.
Still looking at the stars!

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