If there were no racism

If there were no racism
There’d be so much more to say
So much more
That we could talk about
Would come to light
And be recovered
If there were no racism

Our stories would be richer
We would all have more inside colour
Hidden desires could rise
Buried or forgotten knowledge
Could come back
Dreams could manifest more easily
Because justice would rise
If there were no racism

Pain could be dissolved
And transformed into gratitude
All kinds of forms of discrimination
And inflictions of injustice
Would be found to be superfluous
And finally gone
Because these acts of error would be recognized
As being absurd and out of order
The order of the day
Would be equality instead
The world order
Would be in balance
If there were no racism

We would make connections
Between all the so-called missing pieces
The distorted and disrespected pieces
As well as the ignored pieces of togetherness
The glimpses of life in harmony which have helped
To avert and avoid and deflect
From the worst excesses of disaster
We would be tasting pure and undiluted freedom
Whenever we drink from the cup of life
Which would be available
In everything with good intention
Because all things would radiate
Their holy origin
Which would resonate
In all the energies around us
So we would need to have no fear
If there were no racism

If only
There was no racism
We would be free from division
And freed from bondage
With our spirits fully resurrected
Including those of the departed
Because everybody, the living and the dead
Would be reborn in different ways
Because the vibrations of heaven and earth would rise
If there were no racism

We would recognize each other
Much more clearly and properly
We would be able to embrace each other
Much more passionately
We would fly freely over the treetops
And communicate with the stars and the oceans
Normality would be reinstated
And we would experience normal life at last
Be free at last
Feel the beauty
In every pore of our being and living
If there were no racism
We would have seen the
Promised Land on earth
At last.

© Ursula Troche, September 2011

Florence Beatrice Price
April 9,1887, Little Rock, Arkansas –
June 3, 1953, Chicago, Illinois

African American Composer,
Arranger & Teacher

First African American Woman
To Have A Symphony Performed
By A Major Orchestra

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