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About This Poem
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
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By Annalise
Note For Craig's "Historical Modified Quatrain" Contest
01/31/13
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