A Dream Or Is It Morning In America?
Is it morning in America or should we continue to dream?
Should we go to sleep or stay awake to watch others scheme?
And as I drift in and out of the twilight’s last gleam
It becomes my choice to stay silent or to wake up with a scream
Is reality as it should be or is it still a nightmare?
No matter my state I cannot tell if I am here or there
The words of long ago remind me that life isn’t fair
Was his dream accepted or does anyone even care?
Should we sing another verse of “We Shall Overcome?
Should we continue to bang on the drum?
Will we ever know what the content of our character will become?
It remains the failure of man instead of color or where we’re from
What fear awakens the slumbering mind to the curse of hate?
What need to hurt rouses the racist to kill another’s fate?
What silence in the heart of a good man made it too late?
What bullet struck the man because the rope wouldn’t wait?
How can eternal good live in a world full of evil men?
The graves of a thousand innocent slaves rise to face them
Fearless before God they question their faith and his plan
He wouldn’t even give them a cross for them to pay for their sin
He was murdered because he asked to be our equal
Courage in the face of unrelenting fear is the prophet’s ritual
Today we remember but tomorrow we will forget to be spiritual
And history will once again demand the unrepentant sequel
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