My friends, Martin Luther King had a dream, he seen
a revolution, a scene, he didn't expect to lucidly bleed
yet he did, now I'm standing on his podium with a dream
united we fall, and fallen bodies rise in humanities stream
see the trinity in light beams, Poetry, Music, and Rhythm
much more involved then gunshots and murderous victims
fragile life, a glass box rotating around the circle of time
meteors slam the infrastructure, it rebuilds with rhymes
orbiting compassion, overruled by the shadows of hate
let these rhymes reach who stay up and wallow till late
a army of love, a message delivered by the common man
with a brigade behind me, in war scarred and barren land
as the desert spills into the sand, melted rubies flow
dark blood red, with white droplets and a whitened glow
hope does show, as the stream circulates around the lines
from desert to oceans, fault lines, and even hidden mines
and as they meet their origin, they reach the planet's core
mother earth was pregnant, and we are what she stored
connected we are, no matter what skin color or race
no matter what mental disorder or problem we face
we came from the earth, we came from the same origin
this is the type of truth that can't be injected like heroin
it takes a person to admit mistakes that have been made
to cry with remorse for the pain that they have gave
it takes a person to contemplate, and decide to change
so what does that make us? do we not have the range?
humanity is extinct, unless the cycle can be destroyed
and replaced with the melted rubies to fill the void.
The Choice is Yours.