Yoki/On Looking At Yolanda King
A replica of her father, Dr. King
Was she as a Child, a Pretty Young Thing
Who, later took Democracy, under her wing
As if She were a Marionette, led by a string
For, how She was sold on 'Letting Freedom Ring'
Because to the Struggle, She would cling
Like it was a Way of Life and Not a fling
Feeling from her father's Death, the sting
Of what Reality to his Dream would bring
Did She, into the heart of the Matter. spring
Successfully, taking on his Movement, a swing
And, then She left Us. with her Praises to sing
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