Martin
Made as a voice to free oppression
Ascended into the promise land for a view
Ravaged of his memory by hookers and dealers on his boulevard
Troubled of his words that he spoke
Ignited by the fire of a Klansmens cross
Never should we forget the man Who had a dream
Copyright © Shane Solomon | Year Posted 2012
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