A Forgotten Dream? One day a year, we remember the Dreamer honor the man -his life, his legacy, his sacrifices his living and dying for his country, his dream One day a year, the noble words of his dream spoken so long ago, echo vividly across the years reminding us of his struggle and his vision One summer day, before the emancipator’s shrine the world and history watched the Dreamer speak sharing the dream he lived for with his audience “I have a dream that my four children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character” One day a year, people look up from everyday life to ask if America has or ever will live up to its promise the simple creed "…that all men are created equal" One spring day, at a hotel in the city of Memphis the Dreamer was struck down by the hate he fought Did America forget his dream when he died? One day, I want to be able to look at America, stand up proclaim fulfillment of the Dreamer’s dream, "Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty, we are free at last!" Copyright © Shadowy Poet/E.D.Q. 2001 Main Page