Forward In The 60’s

In the rural South, sometimes life was cruel
Robbery from the poor was legal, via dirt cheap labor
In all practicality, one could say that we were going backwards

In the North, city life was fearful and dangerous
I was robbed at gunpoint on one dark and scary night
No, not even one, could convince me that I was moving forward

Clearly, I was shaken in the South, and shocked in the North
Whether South or North, we were moved, but never immobilized
We survived the hot and impoverished conditions of Mississippi;
And we braved the cold and the danger zones of Chicago

Tempted, but never succumbed, to weakness and cowardice
We kept moving ahead, always thriving to push forward

There are memories of riot fires, gun shots, and sirens in the night
But like all the trail blazers and warriors, who came before us,
We stood boldly, strong, and tall, by “sheer determination”.

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I am a retired minister and the husband of Barbara for 42 years. We reside in Sacramento ,Ca. We have two sons and a daughter, and we are the proud grandparents of 6 children.
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Nadeem Qazilbash

And they say those were the good old days!!


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