Freedom

He considered his sad feelings;

one thing had to happen for the other to happen.

He was commanding colored commendation

but no one was coming.

He thought long on Dr. King Jr.'s letter

from Birmingham jail.

The powerful appeal,

composed from the inside:

no paper, no pen, just walls and

wisdom.

The wold had whispered its rules to him for his whole life.

He refused to listen

hearing instead a higher order.

Love and love will be returned.

Trust in the righteous path

and it will lead you to deliverance.

Fight and things will change.

He never listened.

Never saw what was plainly in front of him.

Plucked from the world altogether,

he floated in a bitter heaven.

Throw us in jail

and we will still love you.

But be assured

that we will wear you down

by our capacity to suffer

and one day we will win our

freedom.