FOR Doctor MLK
When eye got old eye miss the boy who lived in me
eye miss the eye who still wanted to be free
the young boy loved
no help is coming for the boy
the boy is gone
the boy died trying to get friends
his friends hated him
for no good reason
they treated him like the diseases
then the boy is now the grown
the time they spend
to do to the grown
just what they did to the boy
they leave him to be alone
they let him to rot
they love him not
they even tried
to send him home
before his time is done
he liffes to write
just one more poem
he liffes for love
non violence
given us by the great Doctor
Martin Luther King Junior
is like the rainbow
given to men after the storm
the reassurance of the world continuing
without entirely ending
until the end comes
skin is off white flesh tones
for everyone
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