Let Tomorrow Come

Let tomorrow come, without sulfur in the air,

Let tomorrow come, without tragedy and despair,

Let tomorrow come, and let the doves sing out,

Let tomorrow come, and let liberty not be in doubt.

The risks we take for tomorrow to come,

The sacrifices we make to see the emancipating sunrise,

A fire fueled by the cinders of this conundrum,

A tomorrow where the people will not sit idly by, a people who will rise.

Gunshots ring throughout this city, this home of mine,

The masses cry, desperately demanding; “hold the line!”

But the gunshots ring louder than their cries,

And we are forced to scatter like mice.

Is our faith sealed? Is it fully realized?

Will ‘this’ never end? Will our hands remain tied?

The questions pour out, as deep red seeps out of me,

As the final thought is revealed, as I take the final breath; let me be free.