This book is about taking the dream of a king to the next dimension. A reminder that we've not all reached our full potential in the purpose of the dream or the purpose of our lives.
That our children know that greatness is in their bloodlines and greatness isexpected of them and that they are future presidents, kings and princesand the hope of the future and through them the race shall be won.To remind our people of the dream of a king and carrying that dream to thenext level.
Excerpt
THE FORGOTTEN RACE
Somebody struggled to pave the way for you and I to be free to make changes and have our voices heard across the land. You've got plenty they say, we've given you equality for all men they say, equal opportunities and and civil justice for all they say, my question is who is they and where is they and why are they the authority on civil liberties? Why are they using underhanded tactics to keep you down.
Through the weary eyes of our dying race, positive change seems to never come. When will the smile of the oppressed no longer be a frown. Nothing is new the good book says, everything that is will be again, and that which was, is sure to be relived again. The blood, sweat and tears of our ancestors has long been forgotten while we struggle to make ends meet in these tedious times.
While jails and prisons are filled to their brim with forgotten dreams, vision and goals of those who will never walk outside a fence or will never be free. Do we forget those who are locked away for crimes they never committed some
bound never to see the light of day.
Who will listen to hear the cries of a nation of people in trouble again? Our families are shattered, tattered and torn and there seems to be a constant fight from the day we are born. Who will heal the pain of those lost in the wilderness? Who will mend all the broken hearts and renew again the tried in spirit?
Is there anyone willing to teach, retool and rejuvenate the fallen nation and bring them safely back to their feet? Who will tell them that are lost about a Jesus who lived and died and was resurrected that they would have abundant life? Who will teach them that there is life after recession. Who will teach them that which we were taught before the world became so modern.
Who will teach them how to make a meal out of two dollars and ninety nine cents? Will all of our children die of starvation before we realize that we don't have to eat steak to have meat. Just so you know they sell food in most of the dollar stores around America but there is a very strange thing with that, in certain communities very limited items are a dollar.
These song lyrics and art are tales, tides and twinkling lights - tunes telling stories of warmth and sun, city and sand, paths that lead, and the coins we can keep in the Karma Bank. Spirit's been bypassed for sorrow, dreaming of a better tomorrow .
Note: Since my husband's cancer surgery 4/25/05, this book content has been integrated into the public speaking content for audiences interested in a sassy approach to personal and/or community awareness events. Another chapbook on intimate love poet
