Brother...
brother...
where are you?
I hear your name
I say your name
and I see it and read it
millions of them are shouting it
...
Martin Luther King
Martin Luther King
are you there?
I look for you around the place
I do not see you
it is just your name
written with blood
on the the faces of the educated ones
as if you used to be like them
...
they do not stand with the poor
they build walls and prisons
their hearts and minds
are with the banks
they trade in arms
and they brutalize us
by force and money
we are Margareta
and they are the master
....
honest man
real king
are you listening
they will kill you again and again
they hate people like you
Martin Luther King
Martin Luther King........
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