The dead brothers' voices I sometimes hear.
They call from a blacken pit of yesteryear,
And in their voices I detect sorrow
For they know they have no tomorrow.
They inquire if their dreams from the past
Have been made real at last.
I answer; No! Martin. The Dream still lingers on
Echoing in the minds of men in near and distant land
Who speaks with voices you would understand.
And Yes, we still remember you Malcolm
Peering between the veils of human indignities
Your look to some so serene
Your look to some so mean.
Yes, The Dream still lingers on.
YOU ARE READING
THE DREAM LINGERS ON
PoetryThis poem speak to the on going struggle that American Blacks still face. It is an ode to the two main iconic figures of the 1960's civil rights movement.
