I saw my assassination in a dream

 

I saw my assassination in a nightmarish dream
My death was so surreal to me and unbelievable it seemed

I heard the sound of the shot and I felt what was an unimaginable pain
But, the pain I felt was far greater to some people who came

All my friends were there even the ones who tried to pretend
Some mourners were happy and pleased to see my tragic end

I have wondered long and hard what my legacy would be
I hope it will be something good and fine for my children to see

If my death is the last voyage for my soul to take
And, if I could some how live once again, I think I would refuse to wake

I can never forgive most whites in my country who hated me so
Some people in the land of my birth were happy and joyful to see me go

I find it hard to forgive my enemies and my so-called friends
You would be surprised at the ones who wanted to see my end

I tell you this wretched story as my last will and testament which was lost in time
Hoping your friends won’t benefit from your death like my friends did from mine

I must part you now and get back to heaven’s gate
Hoping and praying my message about my assassination is not too late

 

By Clifford Eberhardt, An Elegy to MLK

Epilogue

After the fifty year of my death nothing for my people has really changed, they elected a Black president who

got rich with family and friend, but the Blacks who voted him into office were left with less than champ change in the end