Mother of the American Civil Rights Movement

Tiny, fragile lady
Embracing the eight winds of:
Prosperity, decline, disgrace,
Honor, praise, censure,
Suffering and pleasure,
Graces the stage
Like a messenger of hope
In the light of a new dawn,
A time of dignity and humanity
Civil liberty and equal rights,
A new civilization forged
Through tears and laughter,
Friends like never before
We open our hearts to spiritual vigor
And create a lasting peace.
With your leadership, education
And a moral code bring freedom
To the future based on the
Tyranny of the past,
And the conflict of the present
We press on tears flowing
Seeking presence of mind
And determination to overcome
And fulfill our lives with
An indomitable strength
In the spirit of nonviolence.


A Tribute to Rosa Parks on Her Birthday