January 19, 2009

Martin Luther King (1929 - 1968)

You faced injustice, hate and strife.
You fought for what should be.
You risked and finally gave your life,
So others could be free.
You could have hated, but you chose
To love and understand,
Rejecting violence to oppose
An evil in our land.
You'd not inflame, but still inspire,
With hope that wouldn't yield.
You called for boycotts, not to fire,
With faith your only shield.
You marched in protest for the poor
Of every shade and hue.
So many hardships you'd endure
For those who needed you.
You stirred a nation's heart and mind;
Your message still is clear:
That color's not how we're defined.
Your memory's always near.
Each year your birth's a holiday
The nation honors you,
And wonders when we'll see the day
Your dream at last comes true.

Author unknown.


La Belette Rouge said...

Really beautiful. Thanks for posting it.

So Lovely said...

La Belette Rouge: I would be owning this, if I were the "unknown author". I simply love this poem.