we who would liberate, <br />must first feel the <br />hungry cry of freedom. <br />must feel the homeless <br />edge of despair, <br />must taste the colors <br />of skin touching skin. <br />must bear the blow of injustice, <br />wear the chains of the enslaved. <br />must walk inside the sorrow <br />that has no name or face. <br />must see what lies beneath prayer, <br />must wear the shoes of the oppressed. <br />must stand alone in the darkest night, <br />and set our selves aflame, <br />to be a beacon, to light the way!<br /><br />Eric Cockrell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/we-who-would-liberate/
