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                                           Delores Fisher blogger/poet/educator APRIL  . . . It's National Poetry Month! Here's one of my original poems pre-COVID 19 from 2020. VISION WALKERS              by delores fisher  The dream has not been deferred, It exists, playing out on an eternal time table we cannot control. Many Vision walkers are long dead, Brother Martin and the elders . . . Slain by the insane who scream Vile obscenities cloaked in shape shifter Media molded palliative atrocities. Generation Z AND Alpha! New generation of Vision walkers ---their legacy pierced with cloven fire They hover above the valley of dry bones, They hear the wind signaling a new anointing, They dream walking visions of a generational ancient call. Knowing like the elders:   “To rise in victory, is to bow on humble knee before an all mighty God Whose justice streams on all of earth’s wretched and wealthy.”   Walk together children for stony the road we trod, Weary