R.I.P. MLK’s Dream?
(A poem by Wain)
Dear America,
I regret to inform you
Kings’s dream is nearly dead.
It was sickened by a virus
A new racism in the _ _ _ _.
A few decades ago
After King gave his speech
Love and color blindness
Were what we used to _ _ _ _ _.
Our equality ideal
Put us on the right track
But racism, King believed
Had always held us _ _ _ _.
MLK often preached
That character mattered most
But the race mind virus
Has made his dream a _ _ _ _ _.
Today we judge each other
By the color of our skin
We favor browns and blacks
While condemning whites for _ _ _.
People of color are victims
Even if they are living well
And whites, rich or poor
All deserve to go to _ _ _ _.
In this land of the brave
And the home of the free
Who made the racist mind virus?
How did it infect you and _ _?
How did racial wokeness
Corrupt almost every mind?
Why do we imagine bad
Even when someone’s being _ _ _ _?
But the’re good news about us:
We’re not all racist to the core
So let’s hope it’s not too late
To revive King’s dream once _ _ _ _.
Divisions based on race
Is not the destiny of man
For God has promised us
That our unity is his _ _ _ _.
Maybe by ourselves
We are as hopeless as we seem.
But could we, with God’s help
Breathe new life into Kings’s _ _ _ _ _?
What are your thoughts?
Happy MLK Day!
Lots of love,
Wain