Oh Mister Meredith
you did merit it
drew the fire
from that mountain
spread desire
for us all to cope
as a true fountain
of hope
testimoned our destiny
we still feel the intensity
Presidents with dancing shoes
walking with their Masses
Tutu, Mandela and Barack Obama
jumping straight into the blues
and as they dance
-on Martin Luther King they sing-
that sawdust from their feet
i see the stardust burst
floating straight into the air
God's heed, God's speed, our need
better beware and take good care
and saw some better seed
indeed, indeed, indeed.
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