Martin Luther King Jr. Day

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I saw his determined face on every screen, today.

I wonder if I have a clue. 
I'm far removed from dark scars on backs, and
Souls that bellowed gospel songs in groans.

I have no idea how it feels to be beaten for drinking from the "whites only" fountain.
I know nothing of shame for a look on my pale face that caused a black man to be blamed.
I don't know, what I don't know...
but I'm listening. 

I hear his dream 
I feel Freedom rattling the chains of my soul
Justice calls deep springs to gush forth
and I find myself aching for the Day of Peace.






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