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A Dream Yet Unrealized


Nineteen sixty three was not an end, but a beginning The dreamer proclaimed with an aspiration of winning The ideal of justice - his movement’s priority By challenging the views of the white-washed authority. The dreamer dreamed of a day when people would be Judged not on the color of their skin, but only The content of their character, thus regarded as souls. And while we have come far, we have not met those goals. America: land of Obama and Trayvon Where an innocent boy is shot down like a con And our president honored – a symbol of how “There is no racism in America, not here, not now.” Sure, Jim Crow no longer exists in this land But the color of your skin determines who will lend you a hand, Or if you will obtain citizenship or a job that pays well Because in our society, racism is hard to expel. Our culture must be changed to achieve the dream Of holding each person in a dignified esteem To create a world where equality is for all women and men We will truly achieve the dream only then.
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