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King

the night falls into

brightly colored light

that streams down the

mountain passes, rolls

along the city streets and

touches people he never

knew, while each radiant

moment turns hate into stone

with the weight of simple

words that tell the truth.

beloved, you the people in

King’s dream, the sadness in

his daily gaze, the immense

travail deeply felt that steered

his step along a different

path, must echo now the

righteous dream. shout

even in the places you

cannot reach, scream on

this road so long ago begun

the magnificent sound of

free at last, free at last.