How must it feel to stand on the stage?
To show so many love, yet fuel such rage
What must it be like to look in the crowd?
To hear the cheers, then jeers just as loud
How did you manage those long nights in jail?
Wife left alone to tend young babies’ wails
How were you able to muster the strength?
To take the great struggle to it’s ultimate length
Like Brother Malcolm before, your life soon to end
If you could see us now, would you do it all again?
Even though days earlier you gave God all your fears
Was it all worth the fatherless babies and widow’s tears?
Surrounded by friends you were their greatest hope
Yet hate held you focused clear in its scope