“
Gone the man
Voice now still
Within old hearts
His words yet thrill
The road he trod
Once blocked by hate
Succumbed the day
Wisdom unlocked the gate.
Sparks ignited
Soon grew to flame
A million times a million
Hailed his name.
Belief in his dream
Their will to oppose
Wrongs of the past
Multitudes arose.
Gird by their faith
No armor they wore
Truth was their sword
His strength to the fore.
Thru force of their spirits
Their faith changed a world
But gone is the man
His dream now imperiled
New voices of hate
Rage thru the night
Bringing fear and pain
To a once righteous fight.
A false leader did rise
His voice honey laced
Great change did he promise
A throne he debased.
Now heard in their prayers
The elders proclaim
Belief in his dream
A return of the flame.
For he was KING
Without need of a throne.