Gunned down and killed by a corrupted will

Torn down and drilled, yet your duty filled

Hands that were red still covered in blood

And the dead, in angry waters still flood.

But hope was at hand in the form of one man

He dreamt of a plan, of a new promised land.

A place of sound for the death, of sight to the blind

That place we are closer, but have still yet to find.

His bravery and strength, though rewarded with wrath

Has guided our hearts and lain down our path.

This struggle is ours, a struggle we all must win

God bless your soul, Martin Luther King.