Freedom, he said and marched.
A skinny, old fakir,
Followed by a peaceful mob,
Broke the rule
For a pinch of salt.
Dream, I have a dream…
Millions listened to the King.
Black or white.
With passion, an airplane flew
For 16 seconds.
But the flight
Turned the century.
With hope, a young girl wrote
The most memorable diary
Of our times.
Hatred. For six million Jews.
“Are we waiting for another Gandhi?”
Ask the survivors of the Holocaust.
Love, I wrote your name
On the window pane
On a cold, wintry night.
2 comments:
a very insightful poem, simply awesome. keep writing. the world needs people like you. my only hope is that they recognize you, your talent ...everything.
keep writing.
Beautiful!
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