Thoughts of MLK

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MLK was entered into an allpoetry.com contest and won gold.

Submitted: August 15, 2018

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When I think of MLK
and how, if I had lived in that day
I fear I could not have turned
the other cheek
O’ how I’d abandon the truth and justice
I was called upon to seek
When I think of MLK
and how, if I had lived in that day
I dare not simply stand idly by
And watch my brothers
And sisters
On vines of injustice, wither and die
Yet not seek the fruit of revenge
Upon the extremists,
the racists unhinged
And not converge
Upon the unwavering supremists
Hell bent on our extinction
from this place
Ensuring we’re absent
and murdered without a trace
When I think of MLK
and how, if I had lived in that day
The thought of Batons
and Billy clubs
Cracking my skull
And the prickly waters
of fire hoses at my skin
eating away
When to sleep, I’m lulled
Amidst nightmares of
Rabid and vicious beasts
All the treacheries having been
Served upon the least
That being, the poor and
subjugated
That being, the righteous African man
When I think of MLK, I surmise,
he must ‘of devised a plan
More than just a dream
Tempering heat of injustices
Rolling down like waters
and unrighteousness
like mighty streams
When I think of MLK
and how, if I had lived in that day
I could not see the best in the worst
Lips dripping with the words of
interposition and nullification
smoldering rage undispersed
When I think of MLK
and how, if I had lived in that day
I could not see past my quandaries
Nor pardoning their orchestration,
of my plight
The countless indiscretions,
Our offenders yet refuse to right
When I think of MLK, in that day
Fathoming how 
he was much nobler than me
Counterattacking the
bitter cup of earnt hatred 
Converging physical force
with soul force, his supreme destiny
A lofty burden alas 
Not for the faint at heart
But, a forward thinker in contrast 
When I think of MLK, in that day 
Mine eyes didst lastly see
There could be no worthier pedestrian,
For this cause
than a man of his pedigree

 


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