The Last Speech

In the Lorraine Hotel, 

Just outside of Memphis, Tennessee

The hearty air just began to enter room 306.

Dr. King sat on his bed, basking in his thoughts

His parched lips, as dry as a desert’s valley floor,

Began to twitch with disappointment

What had the world come to, he often asked himself

Does a mere speech make a difference anymore?

Nonetheless, he approached the balcony door

Knowing very well this may be his last


On April 4, 1968

On the balcony floor of room 306

Stood Dr. King making a fabulous speech

About nonviolence and blissful peace

His voice permeated throughout Tennessee

His rhythm and tone, made it poetry to the ears

His bellowed voice brought all to tears

For a mere whimper from Dr. King

Would be considered a master piece


At the apex of an overpowering phrase

Dr. King’s eyes met gaze

With a Man who’s forehead drenched with sweat

Eyes bloodshot, familiar and racy


A shot rang from wall to wall

From each room, curtain and hall


Martin Luther King,

Needed no ring or crown

To fight his cause

All he needed was his voice

A voice of music and elegance

For he was a hero, a savoir, a king

Who never lived to see his final deed.


Echoing from sea to sea, he had a dream

To distill hope and courage

To guide all African-Americans out of the darkness

And into eternal light

To impede injustice, and abolish segregation

Until James Earl Ray

Took his hope of seeing a dream fulfilled, away.

The End

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