Mlk
He walks among us in Atlanta
though he be gone so long
He lives with them at Morehouse
voice echoes like a song
How ’bout Ebenezer
where his words still ring today
Martin spoke there many times
urged blacks and whites to pray
Sixteenth street Baptist
where he mourned those little girls
Murdered by the men in sheets
He speaks of them as pearls
And yes he was with Lincoln
said he had a dream
Then marched the streets of Selma
amid white racist screams
The Mason Temple Church of God
He talked of Mountaintop
Lorraine Motel in Memphis
hatred had to stop
They cut him down that day in Memphis
thought civil rights would cease
Martin’s dream of love and vision
lives on; to bring all men to peace
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