
A Movement
I held you
our hearts as one
my breast
your only source of food
Before I knew it
you were all grown
beautiful
A star
in your own right
My pride was your smile
Every accomplishment you made
my testimony
Then the call came
My baby was no more
They took you
They stole you
They shattered you
As though you were an animal
Lead filling the body
that was once covered in skin
The clown knows not
he failed his performance
They will not win
My baby is still standing
in her purpose
The circus reported
all is justified
They seemed satisfied
It is not their baby
six feet under
No reason at all
Before she was mine
Thanks to them
She is a nation
Beautiful
Continue my child to rise
Bring the nation together
Sew the parts that divide
Justice shall be served
He lied
tap shoed
on the heads of his ancestors
Lord I pray
The serpent
His followers
Shall fall
for the dungeon
cries for their return
Slip
Slap
Fall
Carve up no more
The worthless swine
Will never reach the height
of my beautiful baby
whom now I call
a movement