John Lewis finally crossed that bridge,
he’s on the other side.
He now rests with Reverend King,
and we have one less guide.
They broke his skull in Selma,
as he, protesting, knelt.
Served thirty years in Congress.
His passion was heartfelt.
He always worked for justice,
used non-violence to fight strife.
These last four years, he fought the swamp,
’til cancer took his life.
He was a man whose history
defined a striving nation.
Let’s hope he feels redemption
at the next inauguration.