How do I speak with other voices
that have words that are not my own?
How will I say these words to a people so close to me
yet so far away?
How can I let them know that I want to hear their voices speak truth
to what lies with power?
How can I find the right time to talk
of our voices rising us up together,
to bring on that what we know to be just?
Oh, how do I help organize those who the powers that be
would seek to disenfranchise, and the poor, with faith no more?
How, how, how? If I only knew.
They say Obama was an advocate, a community organizer.
He didn’t even get through.
One’s voice for the angels,
They record everything you say and do.
I have to keep speaking to give my voice to a people
And the angels who never tire of voicing the Lord’s praise.
