I was a child, eight years old with a mind,
I knew the political storm
through the eyes of my siblings, remind
me again where values form.
At home, the weather inside seems mellow
we all want the same things
yet there’s a society out there lays below
a currency of evil minglings.
When just a child I watched a nation’s dream
I sat in my grandparent’s sunporch to scream
We all knew there wasn’t a chance,
yet his words did ideals enhance
we really did imagine peace occur
at the hands of those that truly care.
MLK seemed to live in a time when a world
stayed afraid rather than try to be otherwise,
his words would touch the heart of millions
yet, there were those
we all remember
there were the populace didn’t want to understand.
They eventually won their way with a violent stand.
Today I stand with God in hope we all might recall
a beautiful man, with a tough skin, strengthened us all.