Thank you Martin.

I cast my eyes upon the past. And thank my God we're free at last. My children see the blessed light. Their love is neither black nor white. Their kindness given, without strings. Extended to all living things. Equality and justise fair. For every single man to share. Oh how I'd hoped to see this day. When the fear and hate shoiuld pass away. And every nation, race, and creed. Receive according to his need. For Africa's most splendid flowers, Bloom in awesome loving powers. Humbled by the saviors grace, Rise and take your rightful place. Blessed is our God, Who always hears. For he shall dry the nations tears. By His good will equality Shall prosper all humanity. On the sordid stage of man and law, Let generations stand in awe. Of those brave hearts that calmly chose, To stand before the fire hose. Thank you Martin, they now stand proud. And all are brothers like endowed, With all good hopes of liberty7, That God might one day make us free. The former thing Shall be no more. His lamp shines bright outside the door. And all the Earth shall celabrate. The end of mindless futile hate. Go to the children where they dwell, For they have learned your lesson well. Where diverse hearts of single mind, Have found love to be color blind. My son lives Martins martyred dream. Its not as hard as it might seem. I think how good we all would feel. If we could live this high ideal. We come to where the mountains high, To join our hands in love and try, To live the spirit of your will, For Martin you speak to us still. So thank you Martin, Rest in peace. The light you lit shall never cease. Long since you're rightious visions past. Thank God Almighty, We're free at last. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Apr 11 2002 03:33 AM PST, Patric Patterson    18 • 0 • 12