At the cry of Mahalia Jackson
He opened mouth and utter words.
His voice echoes down
through the deepest part of the heart
Losing the grip of deep sleep from their eyes.
True meaning of its creed.
Together at the table of brotherhood.
Oasis of freedom and justice.
Not judge by the color of there skin.
Black and white with joint hands.
Luther kings remind me of tupac 'changes'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem