Their Cost

I see him wake in chains, tied to the cold,
Even though no one knows
I see the red all over the streets
The dead crying and the living to weep
I see the children from long ago
Way back in Egypt when one said "Let my people go"
They thought not to be slaves
But by looks their still in pain
I see the signs that make them struggle
And for this, they put up all they have
Rides buses, talks in mouth and walks in schools
And their still accused?
No one knows when the day may come
When they are fully equal to another one
But my eyes still see their way
Their life, their pain, their color, their cost to pay.

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