I Sit Below Martin (MLK)
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It's all in black and white.
Pictures that provoke memories.
Men, Women marching for freedom.
Burning crosses to remind us.
What other's lived through.
A single fear provokes a flood.
Children, screaming, borne from a
citizen, not considered an equal.
Flowers bloom, stepped on, stained
with blood of the children despised
for somethiing they never did.
Martin stood before, singing
the magic of his special words.
The blisters as they march forward
singing the praise of the God, and
the forgiveness of their Jesus.
The dogs they attacked, commanded
by ugly men, burning crosses,
pictures in black and white.
Spread through out the country that doesn't feel.
The blues are present, the horrific acts are cast.
Martin sat among, sharing the story of unfairness,
the story of slaves, borne again, again, again, and again.
To even be treated as such in this moment of time.
Martin holds a baby near, and speaks of a safe life for all.
Black, white, he sheds a tear for the ocean is near.
His dream that all share their joy. That becomes
a crystallized moment in time, so perfect, so grand.
Oh Martin you will always be loved.
You as your verse will never be forgotten.
Remember the grand; listen to the story.
For that we all may be equal and sit below Martin.
That is the greatest achievment, peace, peace peace.
Pictures that provoke memories.
Men, Women marching for freedom.
Burning crosses to remind us.
What other's lived through.
A single fear provokes a flood.
Children, screaming, borne from a
citizen, not considered an equal.
Flowers bloom, stepped on, stained
with blood of the children despised
for somethiing they never did.
Martin stood before, singing
the magic of his special words.
The blisters as they march forward
singing the praise of the God, and
the forgiveness of their Jesus.
The dogs they attacked, commanded
by ugly men, burning crosses,
pictures in black and white.
Spread through out the country that doesn't feel.
The blues are present, the horrific acts are cast.
Martin sat among, sharing the story of unfairness,
the story of slaves, borne again, again, again, and again.
To even be treated as such in this moment of time.
Martin holds a baby near, and speaks of a safe life for all.
Black, white, he sheds a tear for the ocean is near.
His dream that all share their joy. That becomes
a crystallized moment in time, so perfect, so grand.
Oh Martin you will always be loved.
You as your verse will never be forgotten.
Remember the grand; listen to the story.
For that we all may be equal and sit below Martin.
That is the greatest achievment, peace, peace peace.
"The Poet is a madman lost in adventure."
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
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i see the black/white pictures in my mind.
that was a horrible time in this country.
MLK, he had a dream.
MLK, had heart.
MLK, had a set of balls.
And he had brains.
Dr. Martin Luther the King.
Please forgive my ignorance, what was he a Dr of ?
I don't think I know.
I fuckin should but, I can't grasp it @ the moment.
Been doin Algebra all day.
Anyhow.
That's a fine poem.
Thanks for sharing it with us.
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
-Paul Verlaine-
"With me poetry has not been a purpose, but a passion."
-Edgar Poe-
"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce