HOLY DAYS by Larry Neal.

Holy the days of the old prune face junkie men.
Holy the scag filled arms.
Holy the harlem faces looking for space in the dead rock valleys of the city
Holy the flowers

Sing holy for the raped holidays and bessies guts spilling on the Mississippi road
Sing holy for all of the faces that inched toward freedom, followed the north star like harriet and douglass.
Sing holy for all our singers and sinners and all of the shapes and styles and forms of our liberation,

holy, holy, holy for the day we open our eyes, dig ourselves and raise in the sun of our own peace and place and space; yes lord…..
Copyright 1972 by Larry Neal.

Reference:
Larry Neal