Oh Martin…A Wish

i wish you were here

i saw you then standing

like a deer in the presence

of the  hunters who were

hiring guns you stood finally

for the thing that would bring

you to death, you called out to

the Wall Street war mongers not

a sound of blame on your tongue

but even the invitation to wholeness

you made, we met with sting and barb

of wasp and power, even those now cry  

with me the song of oh i wish you were here

 

you started where the white folks in Birmingham

would kill kids who came following you to freedom

the young still hold such hope for truth and love while

the parents hold their strong lies like guns pointing at the

messenger but Martin, we are at those same crossroads again

our children have lost hope in the materialistic horror the father

of lies has created. Our grand children can’t even touch the meager

hustle of their tired parents the bell tolls but not for us who saw and lost you

the stars are singing their symphony for you, Jesus, Gandhi and for those whose

names were never on anyone else’s tongue. you ended with a cry for an equal share of 

the power of abundance.  saying leave off the greed, come home to love you sang, see walk

this way that day you meant to lead us all the way, we’re here again waiting for liberation, your

brothers your sisters, your children and grands standing at the threshold of glory, our song is still we

shall overcome, but God, we wish as always long into this night of our discontent, that you were with us here.

 

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