I grew up in the era of Civil Rights
watching black folks struggle day and night
waging a courageous and losing fight
to make the bells of freedom ring.
They knew their lives were not ones of ease
pains of bondage made their minds diseased
they held on to dreams fueled by need
to hear the bells of freedom ring.
Crumpled and stomped into the dirt
good folks believing they could build worth
for the children they brought onto this earth
by making the bells of freedom ring.
Their joys in life, not what they had,
it was making good from what was bad
working for justice in a world gone mad
they would make the bells of freedom ring.
Let no one say to any people’s shame
America is not better than when they came.
We have a black President, now who’s to blame
that the bells of freedom have yet to ring.
Todays poetry contest entry was written by Micael le’Ange.
Do you think it could be the best new poem in 2013?