The Civil Rights Era 1960s
In the light of the South where the sun burns bright,
We march for freedom, we march for right.
With each step forward, we push through pain,
Dreaming of a world where love will reign.
The streets are filled with glimmer of hope,
As we gather strength to help us cope.
In the face of hatred, we stand tall,
United we rise, divided we fall.
My children ask me, "Why must we fight?"
I tell them, "For justice, for what is right."
For the dream of equality, we strive each day,
In the land of the free, we pave our way.
Though the road is long and fraught with fear,
Our voices echo, loud and clear.
From Selma to Montgomery, we march on,
In the name of freedom, until dawn.
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Daniella Carter-wells
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