He stood with hands on the dias,
speaikng firmly and clearly
Of the inequalities suffered
By millions especially the blacks
Talked of 'I have a dream',
Which was met with a bullet
Later on as if to make his speeches
Demise early, which became
More resounding in
The next future giving
the equality he yearned for
Yet despised by th racists,
But accepted by most,
The color devide disappeared
Into the past, making many
A blach achiever in all
Spheres of life, yet great
Was his path following
To the teachings of Gandhi the great.
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