Omar H. Ali, Editor
Ancient land a people walked side ocean shores round
Blue ridged mountain plains forest thick.
Locked in Europe’s sight, the screams of eras chains unbroken.
Nameless unknown outsiders widen the fiery lines of history as farmers led barefoot frozen
Slaves gave body and breath to insurrection, ancestors all, their blood in the soil.
Soul of a nation millions made full measures of devotion, the old songs of freedom sung the long hope of humankind.
With ceaseless hearts on the ground transforming a nation we work anew and sing.
-- Jessie Fields