Our beloved, sacred human rights
take flight the day we are born.
Born into a world of injustices,
harms, hindrances, limitations
People of color are slapped in the face
from nation to nation.
As a universal concept, we all should reject
any notion against any person’s worth, dignity.
We all have voices. We all have minds.
We all know what bigots and dictators are,
especially in these political times.
Your rights are mines, my rights are yours:
a mantra true and righteous forever more.
We dream, we hope, we unite, we fight
For the liberties that come along with
the power of human rights.
From nation to nation, there’s a war
going on. The youth are becoming educated
the elders are getting strong.
We sing a song crafted by the trials in our paths.
Justice is a love word that will always last.
Power to the people in Africa, in Haiti, in Palestine.
Power to all the people who have been in shackles
We need compassion, resources, and loving-kindness
shared with the downtrodden. Human potential is
the best weapon against those who have been overlooked,
We collectively, virtually sit by the camp fire
at night. The moon glows brightly despite
what’s happening in communities where
crying is being unheard. We know we’re on
the verge of a huge turnaround, even when
loud tears hit the ground.
The sound and sight of people of all races and classes
coming together, means, human rights will be that much better.
©Christopher D. Sims
February 25, 2017