Content of his character
lately, i dwell in the wonder-land of promise, when will it be my turn
passport granted to walk among the living white-giants. the Moses-river
does not part by my command as i stand on sandy shores, looking at banks
growing wider apart than closer still i pray to the same God of deliverance
justice and freedom, to spare me from a race of want-to-be ' s color blind to
fact or fiction, i am invisible living in my skin. a mountain of hate i climb
to the top to see the other side and i have come far to witness the world ' s
sadness falling behind me like so many salty-tears shed by my forefathers
mothers brothers sisters who made this river swell. and i can see, i am not alone
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49 years ago, his words stung the masses like bee-swarms in action, and the very next day
the mourning shroud drowned out all hope but his fire-words did not burn to ash on deaf ears
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