How must it feel to stand on the stage? ? ? ?
To show so many love, yet fuel such rage
What must it be like to look in the crowd? ? ? ?
To hear the cheers, then jeers just as loud
How did you manage those long nights in jail? ? ? ?
Wife left alone to tend young babies’ wails
How were you able to muster the strength? ? ? ?
To take the great struggle to it’s ultimate length
Like Brother Malcolm before, your life soon to end
If you could see us now, would you do it all again? ? ? ?
Even though days earlier you gave God all your fears
Was it all worth the fatherless babies and widow’s tears? ? ? ?
Surrounded by friends you were their greatest hope
Yet hate held you focused clear in its scope