Thursday, January 15, 2015

Hey, junior....

                                            I wrote this poem over thirty years ago and am somewhat surprised that the limited grey matter inside my skull chose to retain it.
                          This was back in the day of my five string, out of tune guitar. I forget there was a time when I was an idealist.  It originally was  a song, of all things...
               Back then, I had all these questions written below, going thru my noggin and had enough faith in human nature, that maybe change was possible.
                                                I guess I'm still a bit of a closet idealist. 
                          A lot is still wrong in this world. Much is better, but Im thinking that maybe my generation has made all the progress in this area that we are capable of...
                        I watch my kids, who don't even seem to notice the racial differences between them and their closest friends and I am uplifted...
               I think about some of the headlines in the last few years and become disenchanted...
                    But then I think about this generation, coming up, and my Faith is again, renewed.
                        I do believe it will get better. In the process, it may get worse for a bit, but the truths that Dr. King spoke are stronger than the ignorances that seeks to hold them back. Progress has been gradual and incomplete, but it has been forwardly consistent...
                          I don't know a lot about Gods Will, but I do believe we are all His amazingly loved children and that when we are together in brotherhood, God smiles.
                        I can't prove that to those who believe differently and I think that's o.k...
                            Just as the lion will lay down with the lamb, eventually there will be peace between His children, also...
                                           We are so much more than we realize.
                                                I hope we realize that soon...
                               


                                                     Hey junior, can you see?
                                                      Have we changed at all?
                                                    Hey junior, do you still dream?
                                                        Do you still stand so tall?

                                                      You preached the word,
                                                           Who really heard?
                                                You think it would be so damn easy...
                                                         And now that your gone,
                                                            who's to carry on
                                             That wonderful dream that had freed you..
                                               
                                                   Hey junior, can you still see?
                                                     You took such a painful fall...
                                                     Hey Martin, do you still believe
                                                      About peace and love for all?
  
                                                     You preached the word
                                                         But who really heard?
                                                  You think it would be so damn easy...
                                                     And now that your gone,
                                                      Who's left to carry on
                                               That wonderful dream that had freed you...

                                                      We just may walk, hand in hand..
                                                    And that judgement day may come
                                                        then there won't be a man alive...
                                                     Who can doubt what you've done...
   
                                                       Because you preached the word
                                                                 And we all heard....
                                                        We knew it would never be easy...
                                                             And since you've been gone,
                                                               We've tried to carry on
                                                       That wonderful dream that had freed you...
                                                        That glorious dream that had killed you...
                                                         
                                                          Hey Martin, we still dream...
                                                      
                                                  
                                                      A little bit different type of post than usual...
                                                   

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