My Damn Musings To Go

I'll keep doing this over and over until I get it… wrong

(Standing not in shadows … )

Ode to Martin©

Abraham, Mahatma, Theresa, standing tall,
Giants, all, casting long shadows, ages wide.
Martin, you’re there too, in place amongst,
Standing not in shadows, but side-by-side.

Martin, you’ve been away awhile now,
Away, much longer than with us here.
Your legacy carved through stone, endures;
Ensures our memory remains crystal clear.

You took us to task, for democracy promises,
Fought injustice, inequality, humanity crimes.
Citing necessity for change, potential for hope,
Then, paying the price in tumultuous times.

Yes, your time with us here, oh so short,
The decision to leave us, not made by you.
Your departure that April day, oh so sudden,
But somehow, Martin, I think you knew.

You knew, when you told us of your Dream.
You knew, after seeing the Promised Land.
You knew, after reaching the Mountaintop,
Aware that freedom, death, go hand-in-hand.

Divine intervention, perhaps, sent you here,
Then, evil, its personification, in your stead.
We were warned, even before your 39 years,
“April’s the cruelest month,” T.S. Eliot said.

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