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 people -- why do you think church’s have schools?
This revolutionary memory was brought to you by a righteous mind
That knows a people's history
Is but only a people’s memory
I remember - I don’t dream
Cause the last Black man that had a dream was killed
And I ain’t going out that easy
March 25, 1999
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