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For Dr. King

Weep Martin, weep.

You had a dream of equity for all.

Weep Martin, weep.

But in fifty years your march wins not its goal.

Weep Martin, weep.

For hatred’s tall white hood still stands its ground.

Weep Martin, weep.

For men foment for gold to line their purse

Weep Martin, weep.

And our courts drive justice from her halls.

Weep Martin, weep.

And men can’t get a job for color’s lack

Weep Martin, weep

The King is dead. His dream is too.

Weep Martin, weep.

‘Tis your “followers” now do the hating.