Un Mondo Cambiò Per Sempre.
April 4, 1968-
Creates, relates all of the hate.
His speeches and essays, his eyes and his mind,
His power and strength,
Oh how the world now seems blind!
Our hopes and our dreams, our progress and intellect,
Now whimper greatly- since, of them, he was a chief architect.
April 4th, created a gloomy, weakened room,
A room bleeding sorrow, bleeding flight,
Bleeding doom!
His life was not his, it was ours,
That moment of hate did not kill him;
The bullet shot us, it terminated our powers.
Yet, he had dreams that not many of us dream,
He longed for us, to unite together
And be supreme
-together.
Black, white, red, or yellow or brown,
Stand tall, we must!
And never shall his dream drown.
Drown the way he did, in a bathtub of hate-
Never shall Earth suffer what we did, in a bathtub of hate.
Though humanity was able to recover, partially-
His life is lost, his ideas are gone,
Earth now walks with an injured gait.
Since April 4, 1968,
Creates, relates all of the hate.
Excellent post! Maybe it's for the better that he died a martyr, rather than surviving only to have his character assassinated.
ReplyDeleteThank You! Mr. Jenkins
ReplyDeleteUnfortunately, My prof. gave me a B+! =/.
But yes, I wonder, had he NOT died a martyr, would the progress have been made?
What do you think?
-Jose Garcia