He Was King

he was a king, but he had no castle, and came from the pain conceived through enslaved chattel, there were no swords and arrows, because his ideals fought battles, and though non violence he would lead by example, so that we could one day gain equality and graduation tassles, for the generations to come and any more who came after, and though his people doubted him and they pointed with laughter, he refused to give up cuz no man can be another mans master, he fought contradictions and corrupt political practice, and his dream NEVER died when his body went in that casket, a dream to change the nation, to pull out of the matrix, while preaching love in the midst of the hatred, and even though he was attacked and knocked to the pavement, he was strong with blood spilt in enslavement, and though he brushed aside and the us was complacent, he had a dream so big that no government could contain it, He was a king, and he fought for his people, standing for peace in the face immeasurable evil, dogs, batons, water hoses clubs and nooses, they was ruthless but he took the cuts an bruises, to eliminate the confusion that democracy was exclusive, law enforcement was abusive and government made excuses so he fought every day and night until he was executed, be it lynching or a burning or a balcony shooting the blood of a martyr always fuels the revolution, he fought end the destitution, seeking rights and retribution, through the civil rights movement, living life in a sniper scope he clung to hope, despite threats of being killed and strung up by a rope, even in birmingham jail he prayed as wrote, with swollen faces and busted lips he sealed envelopes, because he knew without the people the government was a joke, and even though Molotov cocktails and grenades flew through his window, he taught that when it comes to justice one must always continue, He was a king, and his journey was dangerous, COINTELPRO wiretaps and constant surveillance, he envisioned black and white kids playing together, an ideal that was profound beyond measure, missed gunshots and bus boycotts, before he died he saw the mountaintop malcolm x and huey newton fought back but king was the opposite, he led thousands of people as they marched on washington, he sought a new nation free of segregation , though his life was threatened through constant intimidation, fabricated affairs and stress aggravation, conducted and condoned though government facilitation, conspiracies surround his assassination, he fought for his people and never abandoned his beliefs, and prayed for his enemies even when that sniper shell entered his cheek, gunned down by the gun barrell of james earl ray, his mortal body died but his spirit remains, a casualy for the cause he was martyred for freedom even though the battled is still not yet completed, king taught us to march even after our feet are covered in blisters, and for his sacrifice we must always remember he was a king, but he had no kingdom, just an ideal of unconditional freedom, though he was shot down the dream is never deferred, half a century later we still echo his words, national holidays, statues at capitol, an icon for all freedom fighters and radical, no matter what happens we must remember his legacy, he brought the end of Jim Crow and influenced us heavily, and no matter who you are or what you believe, martin taught us to always have a dream