Dear Martin

“I have a dream” so you said
For the struggle the foundation you laid
To make us equal the price you paid
And yes, we commend
The sacrifice you made
The tears, the sweat, the blood
And all the troubles you had

Amidst all these,
Your voice we heard
Dear Martin, we remember your word

Without you here we now have to face
The so-called grace of the white man’s race
We hurry to keep up with their dominating pace
Till we get there just to be a disgrace

Dear Martin, it’s all growing dim
We now just see that in the scenes of a film
Dear Martin, you had a dream
Dear Martin, it was all a dream.

— Faraja Majaliwa