Martin Luther King

I saw the pain within your eyes,
far more than you realized.

I saw the war that had raged on,
yet you stood firm, forever strong.

The winds of change had scarred your face,
then left you there in social grace.

The hands of time will always be,
a part of your directory.

To some your words didn't mean a thing,
To most it meant you had a dream.

A dream that you could share with man
in hopes that he might understand

That everyone here had a place
regardless of their common race.

And as a world, we should always be
forever strong........forever free.

by Thomas Harvey