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Let us not wallow in the valley of despair



When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness

We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force.

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal.

With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.

This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."


Martin Luther King, Jr     


These are only parts of his speech, the whole speech can be found here



This Saint, Dr. King, made a difference, his return would be a blessing, but that is not going to happen. It took hard work, faith and fearlessness to combat opression and socialism. Now we fight again, not just the right of freedom, but the right to live. We should march on Washington and voice to the world our demand to disclose the truth, our demand of rights for every man, woman, and child and our demand to be free and independant.




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Comment by Simmy on January 18, 2011 at 6:55am

[Chorus: and Martin Luther King] 
(I am happy...I Have a Dream) I got a Dream 
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out 
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out 
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out 
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream 
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out 
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out out out 
(That One Day ) We gonna work it out 
(I Have a Dream) I got a Dream 
(That One Day) That one day 
(That One Day) I'ma look deep within myself 
(I Have a Dream) I gotta find a way... 
My Dream Is To Be Free 
My Dream Is To Be 
My Dream Is To Be 
My Dream Is To Be Free 

[Verse 1:] 
In search of brighter days, I ride through the maze of the madness, 
Struggle is my address, where pain and crack lives, 
Gunshots comin' from sounds of Blackness, 
Given this game with no time to practice, 
Born on the Black list, told I'm below average, 
A life with no cabbage, 
That's no money if you from where I'm from, 
Funny, I just want some of your sun, 
Dark clouds seem to follow me, 
Alcohol that my pops swallowed bottled me, 
No apology, I walk with a boulder on my shoulder, 
It's a Cold War - I'm a colder soldier, 
Hold the same fight that made Martin Luther the King, 
I ain't usin' it for the right thing, 
In between Lean and the fiends, hustle and the schemes, 
I put together pieces of a Dream 
I still have one 


[Verse 2:] 
The world's seen me lookin' in the mirror, 
Images of me, gettin' much clearer, 
Dear Self, I wrote a letter just to better my soul, 
If I don't express it then forever I'll hold, inside 
I'm from a side where we out of control, 
Rap music in the 'hood played a fatherly role, 
My story's like yours, yo it gotta be told, 
Tryna make it from a gangsta to a godlier role, 
Read scrolls and stow slaves, 
And Jewish people in cold cage, 
Hate has no color or age, flip the page, 
Now my rage became freedom, 
Writin' dreams in the dark, they far but I can see 'em, 
I believe in Heaven more than Hell, 
Blessings more than jail, 
In the ghetto let love prevail, 
With a story to tell, my eyes see the glory and well, 
The world waitin' for me to yell "I Have a Dream" 


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