The long walk to freedom began
before freedom had a name
and those that thirst for righteousness have
been walking since the time of our most
unfamiliar ancestors.
Each person begins to walk
when the dawn breaks on an
otherwise placid day –
The yearning beckons
to rise above their fate.
Contorted, the path bears
no signs, and often circles back
to the beginning.
The walkers wane, legs grow sore and strained.
In such times there is one who walks alone
though now long past weary –
they shine defiant
because of all the journeys in history
this is the one most worth making.
Unspoken Politics 