Honor the Dream
In the heart of a nation, in the shadow of oppression,
A voice rose, echoing through the silence,
A dreamer, a preacher, a leader
Who stood brave, unyielding, in the face of hate.
Martin Luther King Jr., a name carved in courage,
He wore the weight of a people’s pain,
With words that turned chains into whispers,
He painted hope on the canvas of despair.
“I have a dream,” he said,
And the world held its breath —
A vision of justice, stitched with love,
Where skin color dissolves like mist at dawn.
Marching on streets where anger poured like rain,
He stood on the frontlines of a storm,
With each step, he softened the hardened hearts,
Challenging systems, an architect of change.
But courage isn't the absence of fear —
It’s the faith to stand, trembling but proud,
To say enough is enough,
To rise, to fight, to shout through the clouds.
So here we gather, in his shadow,
To honor the struggles, the sacrifices made,
For every step through the fire, he forged a path,
A powerful testament: love will never fade.
Remember the dreamer — the man who dared,
Injustice trembles at the sound of his name,
For Martin Luther King Jr. still burns bright,
A beacon of hope, in this ongoing fight.
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