January 16th, 2008 15:18 EST
King was a Sleep Walker
In some circles, Kings Birthday is celebrated and given great honor. In other`s it`s barely mentioned. Why is this? Are people still harboring racial prejudice in their heart from way back or is it because racism has went underground.
I`m not sure what the real deal is but often times it appears that racism in America is like the Iraq War. Some say insurgent troops have taken off their hoods and cloaks and put on suits to blend in with all the other freedom fighters. Others say racism rises up from time to time like Suicide Bombers unexpectedly. Similar to the way Clinton and Obama were going at it a few days back. Hopefully, they`ve called a truce. Now if politicians really respect Dr. Kings Dream then we should live as though we mean it and take off all the weapons of racism and all the battle gear. Today`s poem is to honor the Dream again.
King was a Sleep Walker A torn letter
in the Crooked Wind
arrived in my Email box
From: a Dear friend, the other day
With the words from a man, whoFeelings
Was more than a man, not any
Man but a man named King,
Who could`ve been king
Because he dreamed things those awake never seen.
can be challenged by words From: a torn letter,
because the words were torn, She said, he said, was said
Around the time I was a little boy
But so was every man like my daddy
During the time when every man
Was respected for being a man
Except for "that`s right that man King.
I`m saying what she said, he said, Like bells of freedom ringing those
If a man hasn`t discovered something
He will die for, he isn`t fit to live ".
Words sung a song in my heart that
I never heard birds sing.
But birds can`t be kings Sow me a suit then " not like the one
but we be Kings like King when we dream.
And people can`t really appreciate
freedom like a Prisoner
but King knew
men can`t be FREE
until they`re willing to die
So most men
Aren`t fit to live when they`re not
Willing to be fitted with death.
I can buy from Marshall Fields.
I want a new suit not made by any man`s
One that`s never ridden One that the Lord made me to fit in.
Of a sewing machine.
I want one
One that I dreamed for me because
I believed in something worth dieing for.
One that makes a man worth living afterbut a sleep walker
He`s given all he can give
but still others
even though there`s
Things that others forgot were possible
Can only be dreamed
by those who