To dictate to others
Because of our bothers
To hate and victimize
People’s rightful ways
To live and exist freely
As what they were created to be
Category: society
The Golden Man, Poetry by Alexander Nderitu
I had a dream.
I was walking down a street in downtown Harlem,
The stirring strains of jazz in my ear,
When I bumped into Martin Luther King, Jr.
It was drizzling and darkness had fallen
And I said: ‘Perhaps you could help me, sir.
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