where justice rolls down like waters-
righteousness like a mighty stream
where all men are created equal
An oasis of freedom and justice
where little black boys and black girls will be able
to join hands with little white boys and white girls
as sisters and brothers
where every valley shall be exalted
where love reigns
where we are free at last
The Negro still is not free
the people suffer
living on a lonely island of poverty
badly crippled by the manacles of segregation
and the chains of discrimination
in exile in his own land
battered by the storms of persecution
staggered by the winds of police brutality
veterans of creative suffering
not free
But
they persevere
towards the bright days of justice
rising to the majestic heights of meeting physical force
with soul force
love survives
So
I have a dream
Found Poem
I Have A Dream
Martin Luther King