“My daddy changed the world.” Gianna Floyd, at only six, already understands that something monumental has occurred. She joins the ranks of children left to bear the burden of a murderous design infused into the bedrock of our nation.
Four hundred years of history reveal the willful subjugation of a line of people who, despite the barricades, survive in force to raise a mighty roar that shatters all illusion. We must stand in truth to finalize emancipation.
No longer will the platitudes suffice nor “thoughts and prayers” assuage an open wound. The time for reckoning is NOW, the day will soon give way to dusk, the moment lost forever if denial perseveres. The case demands authentic reparation.
“Don’t tear that statue down! It represents
my heritage.” The Civil War still rages.
Although it ended, losers ever since
have sabotaged the bleak and bloody pages
of history. The altered facts we swallowed
have been exposed to light and judged a ruse
to whitewash the atrocities that followed.
The symbols we so carelessly confuse
with patriotic zeal across the board
from founding days are neither right nor good —
they’re remnants of a past to be abhorred
by those “endowed” with three-fifths personhood.
And liberty is just an empty word
until each citizen is seen and heard.
There’s a sinister threat to freedom,
prosperity and peace
that is slithering through the tunnels
in legislative grease.
On a platform built of hatred
and ignorant “righteous” rage,
you have sullied the Lone Star emblem
across the global stage.
Running rampant beneath the mantle
it’s a mission of undermining
the thread of sanity
hanging limp in the minds of voters
confused by the disguise
who are filling their veins with venom
and rallying to your lies.
While slaughtering education
and help for the old and poor
and labeling sexual nature
a condition in need of “cure,”
you spit in the face of Jesus
and mock his example of
the worth of a life that’s rooted
in charity and love.
But we are the sons and daughters
of heroes who’d never let
fanatics dishonor Texas,
and we have not spoken yet.