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

die.

I sat in my grandparent’s sunporch to scream

why.

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.