Remember

Remember the days of the past When we felt safe and we felt dear, Longing, hoping such times would last? In our youth, we would run so fast And things evil were never near. Remember those days of the past? Then, I never did know of caste, Of despised ones, who lived in fear. They never hoped such times would last. Ignorance of their pain is vast, But many of color, with tear, Remember the days of now and past. Still present, the sting of the bast. Cries for justice, they pray we hear; Longing, hoping it comes at last. A blind eye we must never cast Towards the hate that we must cure. Remember the days of the past So all can hope...at last...at last!