Title: "Echoes of a Dream"
In a land where the sun shone bright,
Yet shadows stretched, heavy with fright,
Where the dreams of a nation lay wrapped in chains,
A voice arose, unafraid of the pains.
Martin Luther King Jr., they called his name,
A preacher, a dreamer, igniting the flame.
With a heart full of courage and a vision so clear,
He held up a mirror and made us all hear.
He spoke of a dream, oh sweet and profound,
Where justice rolls down like waters unbound.
A land where the color of skin wouldn’t define,
The worth of a soul, the strength of a spine.
He marched on the streets with his brothers and sisters,
Facing down hate — those bullets, those whispers.
In Birmingham’s fire, in Selma’s fierce light,
He stood for the wrong, ignited the fight.
He didn’t just dream, he raged against fate,
With nonviolent force, he challenged the state.
He faced the hate, the dogs, the despair,
But his heart held a hope for this world we all share.
“I have a dream,” he said, as the crowds swelled with pride,
That every dark corner would find light inside.
That the children, all children, could hold hands and sing,
No longer divided, but strong in their being.
But the road was not easy; the path, riddled with tears,
With every step forward, he faced down his fears.
For the dream that he carried was marred by resistance,
But freedom, he knew, isn’t bound by existence.
He spoke for the voiceless, he broke all the chains,
With each word he spoke, he shattered the pains.
He taught us the power of love in the face,
Of hatred and anger; he made space for grace.
But the thunderous clouds would gather and loom,
On that fateful day, amidst laughter and gloom.
The shots rang out, echoing through time,
Yet his spirit would rise, forever to climb.
For every child who dreams under midnight’s blanket,
For every soul seeking love in the dankest of planets,
He walks with us still, through the dark and the light,
In our hearts, he whispers, “Stand up, and fight!”
So remember his words when the nights feel so long,
Remember his courage when you hear the wrong song.
The dreamer lives on, in each act, each embrace,
In the struggle for justice, in the fight for our place.
So let us rise up, let our voices be bold,
For the dream of the future is ours to unfold.
Together, united, in the face of our fears,
We’ll stand for tomorrow, through laughter and tears.
With each step we take, let his legacy beam,
Together we’ll march for the love, for the dream.
For Martin Luther King Jr. showed us the way,
To awaken our hope and seize the new day.