Brothers of sand

Holding signs, I am a man 

Daughters of dust

Holding signs life in her gut

 

Fathers of the past

Never thought how long this would last

Mothers of the movement

Never thought so many forget their commitments.

 

Brothers of man

Fictional to control and command

Daughters of woman

Subjected to the desire of lust

 

Fathers of the future

Hoping they did right for the legacy

Mothers of the forgotten

Hoping their child returns home safe.

 

Brothers of redemption

Committed to a dream of equality

Daughters of justice

Standing alone, these tears are not forgiveness.

 

Brothers and Fathers

Fallow each other

Mothers and Daughters

Embrace each other

 

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