The Kingdom – Free At Last – A Poem
by Ama Danesi
If this was not about life and death, it would be funny
to play the ‘find the odd one’ in the sea of faces and
tally wasted chances to speak up and make some noise.
Voice of words opened up a dreamer’s heart,
night visions sealed instructions.
Spiral recordings of fading ink in “I Have a Dream”
plays this day for a nation torn.
A dream of faith, for freedom without borders.
For a kingdom before Babel’s pride.
Its been one hundred years (in hell) and the Negro mind
still is not free while foxholes shelter browns and reds.
Ms. Jackson cried, “Tell them about the dream, Martin!”
I say, don’t bore us with chronicles.
Tell ’em blood of kings don’t shed to nourish the earth,
Tell ’em we’ve asked nicely, long enough.
Martin Luther King Jr.
Remembering a great man of faith and a heart that hoped that we see each other from the inside out.
“Our lives begin to end, the day we become silent about things that matter.” Martin Luther King Jr.
“History will have to record that the greatest tragedy of this period of social transition was not the strident clamor of the bad people, but the appalling silence of good people.” Martin Luther King Jr.
“I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but the content of their character.” Martin Luther King Jr.
Are we there yet?