Into the Night
norm
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In honor of MLK day I remembered I wrote a poem I wrote about him almost 17 years ago. Looking at it now it probably could have used some work but I will post as is. 
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We listened to his speech.
Not there to lecture, only to teach.
He talked of death, of blight;
With a language of new words.
Listeners came in herds.
Money, food, clothes were alright.
For he was left with the scars.
People in expensive cars.
The extravagance was a sight.
One hundred thousand gathered,
To hear speeches he'd fathered.
We must join his fight.
Still more suffering, grieving.
His crowds were soon leaving.
For when caring was at it's height;
Gunned down in cold blood.
The mass ran from the flood.
Go, my king, into the night.