The Day Time Froze

Look up
Up where? Up there!
That man in the sun’s light.
Is he white?
Would a white man stand in this fight?
No, that man is the one standing for what’s right.
He stands for us, the broken,
The battered and bruised.
The ones who crave our equal rights,
And the ones fighting with all our might.
This man has a dream,
This dream is going make us a team.
This man is Martin Luther King.
This man should take the world under his wing.
Oh look, is he going to speak?
Will he proclaim the truth we seek?
Erupting through the air,
BANG!
Our ears rang
And our jaws were left to hang.
The men felt a lock in their joints
And all they could do was point.
From his head came crimson tears,
And we all trembled in fear.
Screams were all we could hear.
All we knew was the killer was near
And in my eye was a tear.
A man so loved, is gone
Is our hope lost too?
Will we ever see the light?
Will we ever be able to walk with the white?
Not as his slave,
Not as his property,
Not as his damned,
But as his equal.
Will we ever be able to get past today?
After the time stopped,
And the King was killed.
Will we ever be able to say,
All men are created equal?

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