Poem - Untitled written 3/24/05

Who is this trying to speak with me.
It's a little balck girl who died fighting
for civil liberty.
She was killed in the fight to make
things right.
Killed by a man so full of hate.
He didn't have the time to wait.
He didn't want peace and liberty.
He didn't want to see anyone
different be free.
That wild dream last night was her
showing me her place in the fight.
The religions in all their might need
to step back and see the plight of each
and everyone in mankind.
They need to find the proper key to
stop this insanity.