Two score and eight years—
I have a dream, the voice rings,
This dream, unheard of sears
Those who fly the Stars and Bars,
Their looming white that flows,
As the brightly burning cross scars.
Four score—I have a dream today,
The vicious hate, the Molotov cocktails,
For those that face East, kneeling to pray—
Northern, Southern, Midwestern, they loom,
Fear in other than the cross, it does not say
“persecute those who do not believe Jesus is son;”
No, Jesus would have wanted peace and love:
To put down the bombs and away the guns.
I have a dream today;
That we can all walk hand in hand,
Together we must pray—
Jewish or Muslim or Christian, white or black,
In order to break the silence of hate,
We must not back down in silence and lack.
Drawing upon Lincoln’s Gettysburg Address and Martin Luther King’s I Have a Dream speech, I wanted to put together a piece that commemorates Dr. King’s legacy. As I do believe we have come a long way in the fifty years since the speech, there are still some hurdles that the poem points out. We have religious hurdles we must jump and like Dr. King I have a hope and dream that we can jump through these hurdles by letting our bigotry go and start to accept all faiths, sexual orientations, genders, and those of different races as our brothers and sisters.