to MLK jr.

Now rock the boat to a fare-thee-well. 
Once we suffered dreaming 
into the place where the children are playing  
their child’s games 
where children are hoping 
knowledge survives 
if unknowing they follow the game 
without winning.

Their fathers are dying 
back to the freedom of wise children playing  
at knowing 
their fathers are dying 
whose deaths will not free them 
of growing from knowledge 
of knowing 
when the game becomes foolish 
a dangerous pleading 
for time out of power.
 
Quick 
children kiss us 
we are growing through dream.