The Dream that Was

August 8th, 1963
the day the world changed.
Martin Luther King Jr had a dream,
that one day, negroes would be free,
free from the injustice and from slavery.
But fast forward a century,
I’m sorry Mr King,
but we’re not free,
never been free,
never will be free.
But just pray
that one day,
we can end this captivity.

But they discriminate.
They segregate.
They hate.

There are thousands still in poverty
Living in a world of prosperity
Targeted by society
And still, they isolate
us.

They discriminate.
They segregate.
They hate.

So we fight.
We fight for what’s right.
We fight for OUR rights.
We fight.

 Bute we cannot fight alone,
Every step means we fight for them.
We pledge to always fight for them.
And never forget.
There’s no going back.
The time for change is now.

We fight for negroes
who fell victim to police brutality.

“I can’t breathe” cried George Floyd
as he lay with a knee in his neck,
dying.
Say. His. Name.

Breyonna Taylor.
Struck 8 times
As she slept.
No Mercy.
Say. Her. Name.

Botham Jean.
Murdered as he ate ice cream
In his home.
Gone, but never forgotten.
Say. His. Name.

Say all the names of all the black lives,
Taken by the police.

And once you say their names,
Never stop.

He had a dream,
that the nation will live united.
That we would finally gain our seat
At the table.
That “little black boys and black girls,
will join hands with little white boys and
white girls in harmony”.

And I too, have a dream
I have hope,
I have faith.
But most importantly,
I have a voice.

And when patience begins to knacker,
I remember why I’m fighting,
To show society why
Black Lives Matter.