I say to you today, my friends, that in spite of the difficulties and frustrations of the moment,
I still have a dream.
Too late
It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
We Cry Out
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
When the Earth shook
I have a dream that one day the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at a table of brotherhood.
the treeless landscape
I have a dream that my children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today
torn and bled
by Papa Doc Duvalier,
corporate imperialism
and the CIA.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
Say it, brother
With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood.
This is our prayer
With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
that we will mend
what has been torn asunder
and heal
what has been poisoned.
I am sleepless tonight
thinking
dreamless
waiting
wanting
our wounds to be cleansed
our Earth
our people
our faith
one love.
the guns laid down
unable ever to be fired again
the arms racing
to hold our brothers and sisters
the drugs
no longer plaguing us
the oil
a contaminated memory
the troops brought home
to loving family
the terror over;
and our part in it
remediated
the Earth
peaceful
our people
no longer enslaved
the trees replanted
our gardens abundant
our voices
raised unto heaven and Earth
singing joyfully
our hearts grateful
One spirit
ascended
into paradise
All colors
indivisible
with liberty
and integrity
for all
© W. Bruce Wright, 2010 Ashland, OR.
with grateful appreciation for the loving spirit of Dr. Martin Luther King
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My CD Children of Columbus deals with the bitter legacy of Columbus, a curse visited on red men and black men for five centuries that now appears to be coming home to roost on the rest of us.