babies scream
born to mothers
with fathers by side
calling God's name
seeking Pradise in proportion to
balanceing his household budget
there is no end to his means
and resources so endless
are his imaginings
children raised in Love
not held down by his wealth
there are colors everywhere
cosmic rays reach the once hardened hearts
for the blind enemy to see him in new light
a black man dreams
for the world to see clearly
a new day is here
our time has come
now let us make him in our best image