Spoken word

A world began, not long ago,
Bound by rope, which burned too slow,
Lit by fire, blood and soul, but
Fell upon a peace (not whole),

As they wore and as they went,
Marked by words marked heaven sent,
Love thy master, in Earth and sky,
Love not thy freedom, thy wings to fly,

Live thy life, unto the soil.
For amazing grace you toil.
He can't beat you, as you sing,
You'll see mercy, come your spring.

First, the luck, and then the right,
As all men should,
To bear the plight
In a world with sorrow and greed
To find his plae and his good deed.

A long time coming, a long way gone,
Came the voice, the dream, the dawn.
A renaissance, a movement, a cause to bear
For the future, hope sowed there.

Hope, in voices unbound by chains,
Be they gold, platinum, or iron remains,
The voice of reason, a song to rise,
Not caged by anger, or false compromise.

Lessons learned, with lessons come,
Setbacks, fools, ignorance, and then some
Languish in the chains long cast,
Not knowing, not knowing time has past.

Hope, understanding, knowledge to rise,
Wars, panic, opportunity in disguise.
Dreams, ideals, open hearts overcome
These things that bind us,
To light we succumb.