Seeds

These are the seeds from the trees that were born of that Strange Fruit Theirs is the blood in the gutters flowing down from that torn root Black and Brown bodies in streets, still they lie Whispering justice in death...still denied Keep them safe Be their eyes Watch their lips Melt their cries Soothe their heartbeats Guide their feet Show your light on these blue streets Still the moans Drown the hate Unleash your mercy, and illuminate the human heart's good Hear our worlds Know our fears Grant us grace So we can hold dear to the harmonies of love --- Seeds - Chanda Rule