Gaslights gloaming deep amber rhetoric A train-wreck in reverse derailed in time Casting alternate darkness over hope Death and delusion with every pen’s stroke. The desert’s sand thick with my brother’s blood Boots on the ground children in harm’s way Our body and mind no longer our own Jackals from afar secured his gold throne. Constitution of the people not of one president. RESIST all that’s not true there is no alternate.
Changing our world and all who live there
marching against ignorance and hate
his only weapons were peace and prayer
that was what made this King great.
Equality for everyone was his only plan
a kind soul who dared to dream for us all
given by God, taken away by man
on that dark April day when we saw him fall.
Every human need embrace his just plight
the lessons he taught, we must forever sing
men, women and children, black or white
a nation and the world mourn the brave King
Our father of hope, with the angels he flies.
Now it’s up to us to keep his dream alive.