INDEPENDENCE DAY


   Out came the national guard
   Guns of war and dogs of rage
   The riot squads were restless
   They sensed a turn of history’s page

   We had a dream that day
   The freedom bell was ringing
   In the shadow of Abraham’s bosom
   Angels and prophets were heard singing
   From a land of tobacco and cotton
   Of human bondage not soon forgotten
   Came sanity’s voice of true reason
   Running from the devil’s daughter
   We were brought up to the mountain
   And we walked upon the water

   Out of the mouths of babes of trained oration
   Often comes practiced elocution of rhetorical score
   Faith without hope and style without substance
   Theories of tired solution having no valid door
   From bloody civil war and a legacy of revolution
   Enforcing perilous direction of an avaricious nation
   Remembering days of infamy and oppressive institution
   The torch has now been passed to a new generation. . .

   There had been many fine speakers that day
   Songs of tribulation and hope and tears of rage
   As last in the crowded afternoon presentation
   He finally stepped up to the national stage
   From a prepared text carefully written down
   He defined our frustration, pouring out his soul
   The dramatic prepared allegory and metaphor alone
   Would have satisfied any accomplished orator’s goal

   But as an awed hush swept across the national tv news
   Something deep within his heart ignited a righteous fuse
   Abandoning the text he looked out on the tired and restless crowd
   And truth began spilling out, flowing freely, ringing loud
   As Isaiah and Amos stood along side addressing a contradicting nation
   A voice of many waters lifted him up to deliver the matchless oration
   And now ‘till justice rolls on down like a great and mighty stream
   We will never be satisfied, for on that day we shared his dream

   No one who heard his magnificent eloquence most superior
   Could ever look him in the eye and insinuate he was inferior
   For above all pretenders to the American throne of oracle grace
   None ever spoke like this man and none will likely take his place
   Now we know those among us thought least and most despised
   Will one day be held first, free at last and duly recognized
   And those who sit at the head of oppression’s plantation feast
   Will be brought down low, taking their place among the very least

   And now the public lectern is vacant, the microphone is turned off
   Hypocrites trumpet self-righteous proclamation while intellectuals scoff
   Our narcissistic national agenda is a manifesto of international disgrace
   We the people have no vision, no one stands in our beloved brother’s place
   As our flag-draped national coffin rolls down tyranny’s brutal track
   Our lady of the harbor slowly follows dressed in weeping widow’s black
   And though we’ve lost our greatest son, though the battle’s far from won
   Deep in our heart some still believe that someday we shall overcome

   American sheep have gone astray, through the wide gate, Times
        Square/Broadway
   Yesterday's harvest rots in leaking jars of clay engulfed in putrid mold of
        our decay
   Judas sits in the capitol tower while Lazarus weeps by the gate
   Memories from a day in Lincoln’s shadow herald our inevitable fate
   Swallowing insipid shallow sound bite of the corporation sewer
   Propagated by a patronizing media embedded in sophistic manure
   We are led on down the crooked path towards national suicide slaughter
   Reminded of what might have been, what did and did not matter

   We had a dream that day
   The freedom bell was ringing
   In the shadow of Abraham’s bosom
   Angels and prophets were heard singing
   From a land of tobacco and cotton
   Of human bondage not soon forgotten
   Came sanity’s voice of true reason
   Running from the devil’s daughter
   We were brought up to the mountain
   And we walked upon the water

   And now out comes the national guard
   Guns of war and dogs of rage
   The riot squads are restless
   They sense a turn of history’s page *


Martin Luther King, Jr. Memorial Fund      Human Rights Web


DEDICATED TO:  Martin Luther King III, who continues to fight for the mutually shared dream of Mohandas K. Gandhi, Martin Luther King, Jr. and our planetary brothers and sisters of conscience.  Also dedicated to filmmaker and author Michael Moore and to comedian and author Al Franken:  Fox News has finally managed to clearly underscore what most thinking Americans have long suspected.  It would appear that a certain network of "stupid white" (and one or two token not quite white) partisan puppets for a new world disorder of neo-conservative globalization elitism of, by and for the wealthy at the planetary expense of everyone and everything else, possesses no clear understanding of  Human Rights, patriotism, the First Amendment, the meaning of the phrase “fair and balanced” or why Mohandas K. Gandhi and Martin Luther King, Jr. willingly allowed their lives to remain in harm’s way.


*FootNote:  Inspired by Canadian (recently American citizen) journalist Peter Jennings, who amidst many modern media pundits and commentators of shallow substance and often dubious credentials, stands apart as an individual of perspective, conscience, dignity and integrity.



   




greater love has no one than this,
than to lay down one’s life for his friends

this is my command, that you love one another

        -- Jeshua of Nazareth
                     founder of Human and Civil Rights


           


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