WE HONOR A KING

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WE HONOR A KING

When the tempo was silent, then stopped.
When that old negro spiritual to overcome,
has come. Merged we will, to hisw will be done.
Sprang forth a king, who was noble of his prize,
who saw a stronger world through spiritual eyes.

Now we honor a king, our soldier of color,
who won with all his might,the war of freeedom
and civil rights. We honor our colored solider,
we of every kind. He was made from our,
heavenly creator who is also color blind. 

Dr. King shared his dreams, inner-visions and
sights of peaceful racial relations and laid the
ground for a stronger nation. His visions,
Keeps our eyes on the prize. After all, the war
is against those institutions, through guile and
device that hold chosen ones, in unlawful bondage,
led like three blind mice: One of Immaturity. One
of Immorality. One of Inhumanity.

Dr. King allowed us to use our citizenship, that, made
 us free, not the rebellion, battles and bloodshed
for that plea. We honor our colored soldier, his bravery,
 inner-vision and dreams of human rites how he made
it real and brought his dreams into sight.

Dr. King said , examine ourselves, then prepare ourselves,
to be be all we can be, he advised us to utilize these three,
political, economic and educational advancements, to set
the stage and help keep us free.

Dr. King is part of a human rights trilogy being one of John,
Martin and Bobby, our universal champion, heroes and saints
all three. Israelites  that  shinned  long  enough  to  show  us
 the way and gave birth and new meaning to K. K. K.
Kennedt-King-Kennedy

We all witnessed this eagle, who charged with a mission sent
from high above, to hover here down low, who answered to the
call by he who said " Let MY People Go".

When you flew away and went to the mountain top, God put
you in his hand til we see you again... in the new promised land
A  tear  here!  We honor a king, sent  from the  Kindom above,
who spent his ultimate... Love!   Amen. Amen!

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Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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