TRIBUTE TO
MARTIN LUTHER KING Jr.
They called him another Mahatma
For his philosophy was the same
Non-violence coupled with patience
Was what the good doctor preached
Luther was of great determination
To bring equality to the down-trodden
But an assassin’s bullet found a mark
In the divine heart of this disciple
Men of any breed can vow for him
And the sincere lessons he taught
Which was stopped by a little bullet
Engendering much hate and love
Once more the satin mahogany hearse
moves on
Corteged by dazzling bouquets and
dirges
Shadowing a wry smile as if to say
I prefer them when kicking than alive
Crocodile tears shed now for him
Are only until the grave is fresh
Come years weather and words will erode
his work
And maybe he’ll be just a passing
memory
The greatest of greats was the Mahatma
Ghandi
But now his memory is only for respect
Millions mourned him at home and abroad
Although his philosophy is smothered by
warfare
Millions also grieved at the loss of
King
Yet they lend not a helping hand
But a bullet can’t snug out a dream
A life yes, but a people….never
And as surely as water flows in a
stream
The fire of Luther lives on forever.