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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I knew my ancestry and my dad was a joiner, But verged on disowning my mum for labour, Not married in history yet throbbing with spark, Love, truth, kindness fibered the gelled dark. A stunner - intelligent, muscular but sensitive, The royal in me saw the people as plaintiff, As steering the vile lark of determining troughs, In a grass-roots democracy to nullify the toffs. Prolific at speeches, education never lacked, Peeking as child into the ear in discern I jacked, I knew nothing was unproven, cleanliness won, Joules inside quenched the human sown son. In the health profession I beamed, overcame, won, Differences waged exacted to desecrate the sum - Poor, minority, stealthy and dragon ignored asunder, No equality known to hook the solid, base shelter. Mobile, but wherever tread I met haters and lovers, Pranced about suckered by vulgar ruling bearers; Taught children life and followers’ carers’ quick, Stead ahead hailed by the people as their wick. Freedom held my blink until shown as the trait - Real by weight for the sick to crop myself as bait. Therefore human aim, space, time shouted ball, ‘Cos the individual is right, by the pinnacle, wall. My twelve friends accepted my way and my mind, Chose to love crook, crank or by altruism behind, Meant rear - banned and ashore, but fully sentient, No restorative, candid deeds to strike ambivalent. People glued came to see me - the Nile drawn, Dealt troubles without ways n’ routes to spawn; Yet state and common folks both, themselves, Killed me for a movement shooting with shelves. But those many who loved me would never forget, Forged sail by the integral identity never truly set: They said afterwards that my substance, way, holds, It’s life that affords me, not the shined, bold folds. There was a court case and everything, a slot, When they asked if I was a god, king, queen, shot: Dumb. Bitter I’d gone and cut short, they said I’d live, Within them as their memory as the cultural give. My existence is not my call - it’s yours - for all ways, It’s not belief in me that matters but your sways; Your life, your ids rendered by the buffer’s call, MLK, Lincoln, Cameron ball for the getter’s tall.
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