I have a dream…
- that there was no such things as guns and gangs
- that there was no garbage and clothes on the streets
- that there were no robbers
- that there was no shoes on the telephone wires
- that there was no cussing (that people always spoke nicely)
The dreams my students came up with, on their own, for our MLKJr. art project.
It is often like this, on the drive home: hold on, this should not be how it is.
Oh, crystal souls and spirits made of fire, live on.
