The Dream

The shot rang out
And claimed the life
Of one who spoke
Of peace not strife,
Of understanding,
Love, not hate
The Dream he dreamed
Was one so great
That though he died
His dream would not
It grew and blossomed
And a lot
Of folks who thought
The same as he
Picked up his banner
Of the Free
And sang his words
With energy
The chant has swelled
And amplified
And carries on
Although he died

© by Lucille Falk Miller
Written on Jan 7, 1987 for Martin Luther King's Day
and subsequently painted on the wall of a Mpls school where Lucy was a social worker