Desolation is a dusty road
How soothing is a leader’s gentle sigh
In DC, crowds buzzing and humming with anticipation.
Will 1963 change the course of the world?
He tells us Dreams grew in the cotton fields
But, decades later can we say we have grown from the concrete?
Stay steadfast in faith and find peace
Because heaven bathes in the deserts sorrow
And the sun lingers long on bloodshed.