But Look

I have a dream a dream that may seem old, but its new it smells fresh just like my mother’s homemade stew. I have a dream That yesterday will not be forgotten To White waves of destruction and Black pits of pity. I have a dream That tomorrow will be a new day a new age a new time For everyone to thrive. I have a dream that Martin Luther King Jr. looks down and sees his brother’s and his sister’s I have a dream that his eyes shine with pride and drip with passion, his smile crinkles with joy and bursts with love. I have a dream that Malcolm X lays down his weapons and folds to his knees, crumpling with relief. I have a dream that Rosa Parks Sits on a bus without fear, without hate, without prejudice. I had a dream, but look its coming true.