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Sermon From the Ghettos

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I speak for myself as my mind rushes back into time when I held in my hands a beauty that was truly mine. I was a child running through dark ghetto streets letting the sea of hatred and bigotry wash over me. I was too young to know. But Momma filled my eyes with the wondrous city, where there was pity, and all its pearly gates. And oh, yeah, all the beautiful wisdoms that flow from up there. Hey, world, sit not in churches and bend your knees in prayer. And mouth not the words of Christ of peace on earth and goodwill to all if you know in your hearts that you are truly lying, lying. Oh, America, hey, world! Do not spread a table with good food and comfort, such as never seen by the children of your fellow human-beings, Don't buy toys for your children bought at the price of other children sacrificed, Build not your golden gardens on the blood of children crucified, Oh America, hey world, For while you are smiling and living well, black children, brown children, red children, yellow children, white children, multi-colored children, children, children, children, because of your hypocrisy, because of greed are dying, physically, mentally, spiritually, and secretly in broad daylight, broad daylight. A child out of twilight Flying towards sunlight. Born anew at each A.M. Like a child out of twilight Flying towards sunlight Born anew at each A.M.