I think this is somewhat of an unfair poem I wrote, but feel I must post it today on Martin Luther King Remembrance Day. It is about a man that I DO respect, and a cause that was great, but because of a misguided individual, the dream was interrupted. Is the dream actually gone or just not a reality today; don’t know.
Dream Gone? 2016-07
He had a dream so long ago,
One that inspired others; young and old.
Giving hope to those oppressed,
“Keep the faith” he said and overcome
all, he stressed.
So long ago, is not now,
things have changed, since then,
The standard has fallen and with it the dream
Nay, not it, but its hope and reality.
Overcome by other things, overshadowing all.
A revival once a year, more to honor,
Soon forgotten afterwards, the essence of his doing.
A crime of remembrance, without the action.
Lip service by many of power and fame
Looking for recognition for a day.
Pride in self and others no longer there
Easier to wail and wallow in white dust of death.
Excuses thrown out for fellow man to hear
To recognize as a reflection of themselves
In a mirror of their dismal lives; so sad.
So hard to crawl out of the troughs of despair
To fight the injustices of those against you.
To say no to temptation from peer groups around,
And stand up with pride of the right kind.
Straight, mighty, with both feet on ground.
The wind carries an echo of “I have a dream”
A haunting reminder of a better life ahead.
A hope, with faith of final success,
Equality for all with peace earned
for those deserving, working for that dream