Poem for Black History Month

This land where many wonders sprawl
Proclaims one people made of all,
Wherein none shall another tread
Or mete despair and hanging head.
Since of the same soil all were raised,
May the torch of kin to life be blazed
And set to scatter shadows tall
That ere kept brethren 'neath their pall.
Freed at last of benighted thought,
See what goodness such love has wrought!

The greatest mistake one mind can make
Is assuming each race has a place to take,
A slot to fill in the great expanse,
Each walled from another and a meeting's chance.
We are not shapes, not circles or squares,
Nor is the world a toy block that holes bears.
Of commingling complexities are societies made;
We shift like the seas as close shores they raid.
Let none by their flesh think they must be defined,
But rather live by thy spirit and let the truth be assigned.