It was the bloodiest day in history
The winter's cold was as hot as the summer's heat.
And the deadliest mark in American history was foretold
It is from fear, that must have quenched God's thirst
That answered their call to freedom.
No hate nor pain could deter their fate
For they walked for freedom.
They were descendants of bandage
And marterers for faith
Answering their ancestor's cry for mercy.
Racism pierced the dark corners of their mind,
‘Will the right to have democracy be protected? '
And so they marched in the name of God's glory
To have their voices heard.
Virtue was the cause that could not wait
For discrimination is an extension of division.
It is a matter of time before chaos breaks
And the balance of interest become the voice of power.
Love is what surrenders in time
And forgiveness is with the heart of the people.
And so their march had cost many lives
But it is from their faith that redefined history.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem