Editor, Gazette-Journal:

Calamity submerges our slim sense of Hope,

Thrown lost on a sea of disastrous scope,

Enveloped in darkness from sins of long past,

Resurfaced the pain of injustice unmasked.

Now here is the choice dumped traumatic, reheard,

The simple decision of Honor and Word,

Will we, individual, have Courage to stand,

Reveal our convictions to help our scourged land.

We lived through the fire and brimstone of hate,

We tore at the fabric of Country and fate,

We fought ’gainst our father and brother before,

We ravaged our soil and shed blood from our core.

But, now, lies ahead the laborious constraint,

To look to ourselves and in truth lay complaint,

It is only us who can wipe this slate clear,

Build Tolerance and Brotherhood, replacing our fear.

The Destiny of Country has long been our path,

Do we have the tenacity, strength, clarity to last,

Then finally and firmly rewrite our doomed poem,

Raise safe for all ...