Poems ✍️

He dreamed of children hand in hand,
Of unity throughout the land,
Of voices lifted high and free,
In songs of shared humanity.

He dreamed of hearts that do not fear,
Of days when fairness would appear,
Of cities filled with joyful sound
Where kindness grew in every ground.

His dream became a battle cry,
A call that rose into the sky,
And though he paid the highest cost,
His vision never has been lost.

For as long as people dare to stand
For justice in a weary land,
His dreamer’s flame will brightly stay—
A guiding star on MLK Day.