The great soul Flew from the Creator Bearing manna of hope For his country Starving severely from an absence of compassion. Martin Luther King The great spirit, Came from the Creator Proffering a sparkling fountain of fair play To his country Parched and deformed by hate. The whole man came forth With a brain of gentle wisdom To persuade quiet Upon the loud misery of the mob. A whole man stood out With a mellifluous voice To bind the joints of cruelty. A whole man came In the midst of a murderous nightmare Surrounded by demons of war He dared to dream peace and serenity With a heart of faith He hoped To resurrect his nation. I open my mouth to the Lord, And I won’t turn back. Martin Luther King Faced the racial Mountain of segregation and And bade it move. The giant mound of human ignorance Centuries old And rigid in its determination Did move, however slightly, however infinitesimally, It did move. I will go, I shall go I’ll see what the end will be. Martin Luther King Brought winds of healing To his country Reeling unsteady With the illness Of racial prejudice, Screams of vulgarity Could not silence him. Fire bombs and dogs Could not take his voice away Ona my knees, I told God how you treated me Ona my knees. He knew himself A child of God On a mission from God, and Standing in the hand of God. He spoke to the hideous hearts And to the bitter monstrosities And asked them to transform Their ways and thereby Liberate his country. Representing the grace of heaven He spoke to the evils of Hell Representing gentleness He sang to brutes. He brought the great songs of faith Persuading men and women To think beyond Their baser nature. Lord, don’t move your mountain, Just give me strength to climb it. He hummed the old gospels Encouraging the folk to act Beyond their puny selves. You don’t have to move That stumbling block, Lord, just lead me around it. Leader to those who would be led And hero to millions. Martin Luther King Was father to Yolanda, Martin, III, Dexter, and, Bernice. He was lover Friend, and Husband To Coretta Scott King. He spoke respectfully Of the Torah. He spoke respectfully Of the Koran. In India, walked in the footprints Of Mohandas Mahatma Gandhi. Christianity made him patient With all religions And his tremendous heart Made him believe That all people Were his people All creeds and cultures Were comfortable in His giant embrace And all just causes Were his to support and extol Through sermons and allocutions With praise songs and orations He preached fair play and serenity From hand cuffs and prison garb From leg irons and prison bars He taught triumph over loss And love over despair Hallelujah over the dirges and Joy over moaning. Fear not, we’ve come too far to turn back We are not afraid, and We shall overcome We shall overcome Deep in my heart I do believe We shall overcome Someday. ~Maya Angelou
Posted on: Wed, 15 Jan 2014 18:51:22 +0000
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