My friend the good doctor
reaches the mountaintop
in a vision a dream
An assassin shoots him
dead after he preaches
the gospel the good news
Reliable sources
hide the facts of his death
until they solve the crime
To his congregation
he reveals his wisdom
as prophet to redeem
In their hearts the good fight
against their oppressors
so their children may feed
Not on the flesh of man
as God but on his words
and deeds his protest march
Letters from a jail cell
formulate his demands
for change for civil rights
Until the people meet
his goal we all suffer
until they pay their dues
Time remembers the sins
of slavery the rape
of Africa and Time
Holds descendants of slaves
to recount the accounts
their forebears cannot share
Even though we absolve
the sins of slavery
we continue to bleed
Reparations unpaid
leave the people dismal
we must pass through the Arch
Killers keep killing good
men women and children
we cannot reach the heights
In the vision the dream
the mountaintop to see
the Promised Land we fail
Needlessly the children
we appear divided
our unity long lost
Guns shoot but people kill
we kill for property
honor prestige we scare
Junior senseless indeed
our hate for each other
negates his time in jail
Repeat after me love
comes with strength in numbers
hatred comes at a cost
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