Spring

To My Beloved: Sabu, Carlito, and Miriam;
It’s  fifty years, since our youthful victories. That changed Consciousness!We even preceded the “metoo" of 2018.
1969 was a hell of year!  Of course, the Ancestors Hampton and Clark assassination was a good shock to my Manhood, as watching a Man on the Moon. There were forming of  spoken word as the Last Poets gave blunt descriptions of. Then there was dem,  Beretta wearing Boricua in East Harlem. Telling the Church to feed and clothe its children.
This man chose Soldier yet was already changed. Anger against an Evil,  an Apathy,  never stops at a  calling or a professionalism.  Baldwin and Campos taught us, that.  It is intrinsic to what we called Human Love of Ernesto "Che" Guevara .  No matter what the love means to the Will.  There is a moral karma that plays out. Never in the same stream, though. But like a cleaning, a perpetual sacrifice feeding ontology.  Honest strives moving into the known and unknown.
Evil to us in 1969 is that Power  lied, that they hoarded information and resources away from a People mainly “colored.” Or they had petty officials who were palmed or privileged being close to Power and Violence. For the State of USA had proven it was a Republic before a Democracy, even down to who ate and breathed lead paint. 
Fifty years ago, many came to the ground of our civil and human rights struggle.  We had poets, singers, orators, guardians, advisors, doctors, lovers, and some buffoons. Those who were insincere left after the shows , leaving a major of sincere young adults who wanted laws changed, labor paid and respect at the  table, AND;  family life better than grandparents .  Demanding all nations  stand by human rights and stability for its citizens. And all Empires be ended and left for historical mythology. The West had reached nadir with The United States  of America; all push back to 19th Century was insane. And still is! There had to be justice and happiness beyond, a harsh racist/sexist marketplace.
The sincere went to work, had children, and never stop pushing for laws and customs which brought  our hearts and will together in 1969. Making sure the story is remembered as a moral lesson. The intention to face, police and lackey of power, learning how to  ameliorate local pains, and control community wellbeing. All while raising  anti war, pro independence, pro union, prison reform, or child care.
Collective, as the solo mind, can go down old traveled roads,  even calling for nostalgia, themselves would not live in. That doesn't stop the sincere who looks to solutions on the ground as in visions.  We learned: all change is incremental and darkness doesn't go away like some utopian notion.  Yet! The lightness shows we humans have come along way from 1969. 
Fifty years ago, youth challenged hypocrisy, violence,  clerical benign neglect.  It appears evils have risen again from governments, nationalists, and now, boredom of wealth and guns. The same Spirit of 1969 will rise again as it appears dystopia and nihilist. For our call for meaningfulness is  still:  Palante Siempre!