HE HAD A DREAM
He used to be, he walked as a man,
Growing up as a child, harder than one could have imagined.
With strength and courage, he stood for the fight,
So many against him as he marched for what’s right.
At times so scary to speak what you believe,
Most just complain, Oh! not he.
It took a demon, the devil in disguise,
To take from him what he told from inside.
He was once a boy but grew to become a man,
To tell of his cause as he walked with the people hand, in hand.
His name was Martin Luther King,
He was not forgotten because of an ignorant man’s bullets ring.
He had a dream,
He was a man,
His dream is alive. Keith Garrett
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet and commented:
Come read Keith’s Great Tribute to Martin Luther King!!
“At times so scary to speak what you believe,” I have been afraid to say what I believe…But my fear was nothing compared to what he must have gone through. Thanks for sharing!!
Thanks for reading. I said what I believe while going through a lawsuit against work.
I won my settlement but no job now. I was injured and they turned their backs on me.
I’m sorry. I’m sure that has been trying! Hopefully this opens the door to something better for you!
I was happy I found a picture of him on a bicycle!
Thanks for reading