The other day when I was looking for a journal to write some notes in. I picked up an old one and this poem was the first thing written in it. I also found the entries from my trip to Israel in Jan 2000. I'll review those and maybe post some of them, however this is my offering for Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., of blessed memory. No Dreams Allowed Once upon a memory a revolution occurred Black brothers and sisters finally decided they were disturbed Tired of miseducation and integration Pointless desegregation and exploitation Tired of being taught to love white neighbors, yet encouraged to hate Black self Tired of being the ones to settle for welfare instead of wealth They looked to the flag of red, black and green And with Black fists in the air, a Black nation had just been achieved The chains of enslavement were broken at last Economic and social deficit was a thing of the past They realized that G-d was within -- and religion was a tool To divide and conquer our