Happy Birthday To a student of Christ's and Ghandi's. One who had a dream that someday We'd live in the promised land And took us by the hand.
Yet, we won't get there If you don't break your chains, Refusing to be a pawn in their games. We can't turn our back to those Unchosen, on the outside or in, Simply 'cause they can't afford.
We can bring them with us, if we, Resisting, everyday, their common Delusions, not be a link in that chain. The chains that keep our humanity's Growth arrested, our potentials Unexplored, our thoughts, Feelings, and deeds flawed.
If you don't refuse To be the chains that bind you, We'll never break the chain. The chain that murders. The chain of delusions. The chain of death.
(In thanx to Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., on his Birthday) reality
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ReplyDeleteA Weaver Of Life
Happy Birthday
To a student of Christ's and Ghandi's.
One who had a dream that someday
We'd live in the promised land
And took us by the hand.
Yet, we won't get there
If you don't break your chains,
Refusing to be a pawn in their games.
We can't turn our back to those
Unchosen, on the outside or in,
Simply 'cause they can't afford.
We can bring them with us, if we,
Resisting, everyday, their common
Delusions, not be a link in that chain.
The chains that keep our humanity's
Growth arrested, our potentials
Unexplored, our thoughts,
Feelings, and deeds flawed.
If you don't refuse
To be the chains that bind you,
We'll never break the chain.
The chain that murders.
The chain of delusions.
The chain of death.
(In thanx to Dr. Martin Luther King,
Jr., on his Birthday) reality