The Dream

Others get that rhythm that untold song and Although the beat is loud I can hardly hear it coming The little girl praying for her daddy To come home can hardly be heard over the barking of those dogs sent to our homes to contain the peace and pursue the violence That’s when he comes in Talking his civil rights not knowing that his civil service will never be needed, here he comes with his head held high and his arms strechted out wide and for what so the white man can own it so they can claim it and sell it like cattle at an auction standing next to a slave who’s only hope is their god above who can’t stand to see the sight of his children being beaten but what can he do one day he’ll whisper, he’ll hold their hopes up so that one day he may send a prophet no, not another Isaiah, Jobadiah or even a Jacob but a Martin the prophet couldn’t stand to see this Deformation of my character, Your character, our people’s character, so He sought out for change For a chance For an ear to listen My people why can’t we listen? Listen, to that voice. “Darkness can not drive out darkness; Only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; Only love can do that” This is the chant of a distressed Negro A Negro that let freedom ring For Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of happiness His plan, strike out oppression To revive us from that current recession Of faith and love To be remembered 48 years later And yet “We must face the tragic fact that the Negro is still not free.” Why? Because we don’t believe In the dream.