THE IMPOSSIBLE DREAM (From "I, Too, Can Create Light)"

I  bow in my piety at the death of the mighty King of the Black Masses who held holy check on violence when recompense trained my trek.
But somehow my mourning is misshapen, Maligned with bitterness and second guess For all of mankind that would block the path of righteousness 

With bloody stop signs, that would snuff out The last candle when somehow it seemed that It lit our King's Highway to an Impossible Dream. (April 4th 1968) From now on Black History Month shall begin with Dr. King's Birthday and extend to the end of February. Black Power!