As John Lewis, in the sixties, laid his life on the line for peace, justice, and equality
I huddled in my college dorm room, in fear for my own life
Now as our Heroes, of past and present struggles, pass one by one
My mind returns to a time I had a chance not to play the victim
I’m no Gandhi, I am no Martin Luthier King, I am no John Lewis,
A boomer alive and well, while men and women like these “walked the line”
The struggles continue now behind life saving masks
I fear for my life for different reasons, but l’ve been given a second chance
Living through the sixties, and now two thousand twenty
The struggle for peace, justice, equality, and racism must overcome flashbacks
