1929
On January fifteenth;
Mama shouted HALLELUJAH!
She also gritted her teeth...
in the birth pain, how do you do ya?
She brought Martin Luther King Here,
who hails Jesus to proclaim:
We people have nothing to fear,
racist violence is insane!
Lord God knows that I Am a man.
We Shall Overcome as the poor people,
with no business in Vietnam.
But, We Gather Together at the steeple.
Church is everywhere we go...
Cleaning up garbage and laundry.
In our hearts we really know
the white mans police dog boundary
is another tale and test
for our salvation and dignity.
When I Lay My Burdens Down to rest
Heavens Gate will open for all Eternity.
We must march and cross the line now:
Ignore those bully club bombs and bullets
to bust us.
We'll end racism; it's not allowed.
We demand our Civil Rights Truth Freedom
and Justice.
About this poem
The 15th of January is the only daymte mama parted her loins and almost died, like Jesus Christ on on Dec.25; MLK could become an international hero for civil, social justice rights and world peace if USA properly honored this (& only this date) as his birthday to elevate a connected annual celebration and tribute to the heroic bravery & faith of this pastor, father & leader of people.
Submitted by AUTVSMAJ on January 05, 2023
Modified on March 24, 2023
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