Martin Luther King

Born to lead; born to inspire Words he spoke proven true Of steadfast mind he did aspire Burdens cast held like glue Humble of spirit; plead his cause Violence and hate; he abhorred Though scorned by men he bore his cross Path of peace he adored His heart whispered a time of “doom” Guiltless blood was required Dark days peaked, his hour to come soon Stars revealed fate’s desire Quiet moments of dismal sorrow Dreams did convey courage Death would bring better tomorrows Judas’s choice fetched the rage History keeps the dreadful date When he died good had won Evil stirred bowl of hate But see what death begun ~*~ ~*~ By Annalise Note For Craig's "Historical Modified Quatrain" Contest 01/31/13