Hand of a Brother

Sat, 03/09/2013 - 12:02 -- clark33

I woke up in the morning,
feeling like my head was roaring,
from all that had just passed,
which I simply could not grasp

That man expressed his dream,
and gave us all a gleam,
of the future that has come at last,
where all are equal, not like the past

Amazed by the fast and curing time,
when no importance is placed on the amount of dimes,
I felt my brothers hand assuring,
comforting me so adoring,

No longer will it matter,
the color of your skin,
but the content of your heart.

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clark33

This poem alludes to Martin Luther King Jr. and his dream of equality. The hand of the "brother" is comforting the speaker in the present time and is mending those old wounds. He is also assuring the speaker that all is in the past and no longer the way things are.

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