THEY COME!
Now, through a vapor trail that arcs across a void of five hundred years, catching a glint of morning sun in glistening eyes, set in black faces, bowed oer dark hands, cupping white cotton,
They come!
Wearied by darkened nights of abject despair, and buoyed by inner strengths that connect with those who spawned them in the land of paradise,
They come!
eternally frozen in the frightened tears of
all who were forced to board vessels
of hades, never more to gaze on faces
of love, to look on shores of home
They come!
Up across a long cauldron of hate
where denial and degradation stew,
steeled by unbending wills of survival,
They come!
Saddled with debilitating rapes of their
women, whose helpless cries echoing
across a chasm of woeful time give
sorrowful rise to each carrying the blood
of non-Africans in their veins,
They come!
mymedensan 
Yesterday has been an unseasonably long time for us. Martha is right, “freedom is hard.” We can’t quit! We dare not give up! There in that murky distance lies our freedom. It will not be given to us; we must seize it. It will not be gained by our rhetoric nor by our determination. Our freedom will only come through a plan and yes, our determination to “ethnically abide by it.
Well said Gaylord. Our plan is The Medensan Creation Charter.
This is one of the most moving, caring, profound and loving poems I have ever read in each category. When put together, It is the best that I have read. As good as this one is, “See Them,” a message to Medensan children by the great Medensan Creation Charter author, Tanner George, is close to it in perfection. I feel so good for us now!
Freedom is hard. It takes so long and requires battle with entrenched forces that benefit from the misery of others. We are at the gate. We can’t and won’t turn back now.