Fifty years,
since the death
of a man with a dream.
Strange,
we celebrate the life
of a man of peace.
While those he endured for
silently praise a man
who wanted war.
We praise a man named King,
while another named X is known
and his efforts are swept aside.
Both are remembered,
most look to the example of Martin,
while some look to the might of Malcolm.
Who is the real hero of the time?
Was it the man of peace
or the man of forced might?