He fought for my people to be free,
As equality he'd always demand,
But did it with glorious dignity,
As he never raised a hand,
Everyday he put his life on the line,
So the prize of freedom I could call mine,
And live my life without having to discover,
Why people are not equal to each other,
So on the 20th day of the first month of the year,
I help praise the man who took away the fear,
Who contributed his greatness,
With the help of many others,
And gave extreme hope to my sisters and brothers,
A man to his people he never demeaned,
And that's why I believe his magnificent dream,
For on his beliefs and virtues he'd always stand,
So I treasure the spirit as well as the man,
And even though he's dead,
His spirit is alive,
As the blood he shed,
Forces us to strive,
So the work he did would not be in vain,
And waste our ancestors struggle and pain,
So don't celebrate his death,
But his rebirth,
And realize how he affected,
The many lives on this earth,
It's hard to see how a man,
Could turn out as great as he,
But "king" was more than just his name,
It was his identity.