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I know a man,
He had a dream
Of a race . . .
called Human Being.
I know a man,
He had a dream . . .
A vision of the future,
Not for one, two, or three
But for all who live and breathe and see.
I know a man,
He had a dream
Of a race . . .
called Human Being.
Undefined by ancient labels,
Chains cannot bind these minds
Nor shackle them to the past,
We the now ‒
We the future ‒
We – Human Being.
Neither black nor white
Nor any other color
That can be defined,
Walking free and tall . . .
Human Being.
With eyes sometimes blue and sometimes brown,
(What is the color of truth?)
Looking up to a clear sky,
Uncluttered by hate . . .
This race called Human Being.
I know a man,
He had a dream,
A dream of you – me – we . . .
Human Being.
Human Being
By Frances Klocke Fullwood
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