I used to believe

in Martin Luther King;

I used to believe

that justice was the thing.

 

But there ain’t no justice,

and there ain’t no King;

his dream has gone, my brothers,

and all his hope with it.

 

I used to believe

in power of Mandala;

I used to believe

that he was gonna live forever.

 

But all there’s left

is a rabble without a cause;

and the passion that we once shared

is a hollow room without applause.

 

10/12/2016