It was 40 years ago today, that Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated.
I wish I could say that the problems our country grappled with decades ago are resolved, but we still struggle with racism, sexism and homophobia. There’s still an ever growing rift between the rich and the poor, the haves and the have nots.
Yet there’s still a struggle to make our country fulfill its original promise. People are still shining a light on injustice, intolerance and inequality.
Marchers to honor King in
Martin Luther King’s voice carries 40 years later, http://www.courant.com/news/nationworld/hc-mlk0404.artapr04,0,3351727.storyMartin Luther King: The Last Memories, It’s been 40 years, what have we learned, http://www.jacksonfreepress.com/comments.php?id=16729_0_67_0_C *********************
Americabe again. America
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.
Americanever was to me.) America
be the dream the dreamers dreamed-- America
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was
to me.) America
O, let my land be a land where
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, Liberty
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek--
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean--
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream
Old Worldwhile still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
the land it has become. America
O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home--
For I'm the one who left dark
's shore, Ireland
Poland's plain, and 's grassy lea, England
And torn from Black Africa's strand I came
To build a "homeland of the free."
Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we've dreamed
And all the songs we've sung
And all the hopes we've held
And all the flags we've hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay--
Except the dream that's almost dead today.
Americabe again-- America
The land that never has been yet--
And yet must be--the land where every man is free.
The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's,
Who made ME-- , America
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose--
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people's lives,
We must take back our land again,
I say it plain,
Americanever was to me, America
And yet I swear this oath--
will be! America
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain--
All, all the stretch of these great green states--