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It All Began


It all started with a bang a gunshot to control the masses the abduction of a nation and a trip across the Atlantic. Then nothing changed for centuries until someone new spoke up about the American Dream and explained that freedom began with an X. So, riots broke out between war and peace and the middle ground collapsed leaving a new divide between the black and white with no grey area in between. And then violence became the voice of reason and they started burning crosses for reasons other than religion and reverted back to name calling. Then fights broke out and ghost mobs dressed in white became mass murderers and that was the moment that the world and hell collided. But then someone shot the King of peace And it all went back to how it began, and with hope and a Dream of unity a decision was made. That the world was meant for everyone who claimed, “I have a Dream.”
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