"Cry Me Freedom" Beautiful faces wrecked with pain....
The pain of being stripped of the pride that carries the head high.....
The pain that weakens the once strong voice that would shout across the land for this I stand.....
The pain that closes the bright eyes that were open wide......
The same eyes to witness evil lurking behind sheets and fire riding through quiet streets....
The same eyes to view men, women, boys, and girls stripped of the right to live free......
The pain stretches beyond the limits of what the eye can see, moving the soul in places deep....
Rising frustration now screaming this word from city roof tops and open roads through valleys with no paved streets "Freedom" Tears now flowing in bitter relief, as the caged emotion is allowed release......
Slowly the once broken spirit captures a new breath of life.....
The back once bowed in misery, now upright as the spirit positions itself to take flight......
Mighty as the wind, this new movement spreads and a new vehicle is found to carry the lost.......
The new vessel has been boarded by some but welcome to all who will seek and dare the quivering belly of the weak......
Eyes open to never be closed to the freedom waiting in the bosom of the creative verse of a pen to loyally speak......
The pen moves writing
 the anguish of people overlooked and made to be the joke.....
Now every word a gripping piece of the sonnet, elevating the mind above color lines and barriers of the pockets dime......
Cry me freedom, I cry no more as the pen has begun to write a destiny of vision to open hopes door......