MLK Jr. – a poem


Racial humiliation breaks a young child,

Culturing gloom in the darkness.

Whipped by his father,

Deep-seated depression rose:

Only amplified by intellect and wisdom.

Out of attempted suicide,

Was born a spiritually moral pastor,

A human with a simple dream.

That little girls and little boys

Would hold hands. Together.

From the back of the bus

To the front of a crusade.

His voice may have been silenced,

But his vision lives ever in his wake.

3 comments on “MLK Jr.”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s