We are here to change the world.
Uplifting its sinking spirits!
Not to claim or rename its inequities.
That has been done.
A revision envisioned by all…
Soon comes!
Keep praises of faith strong.
And protect this in your heart…
Knowing fears inside of you held,
Are not welcomed or belong!
Dedicated and Inspired by:
Mr. Ronald Stroman
Philadelphia, Pa
‘Thank you, Ronald! Stay up…
And Joyous! ‘
Lawrence
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