This is from a small collection of poems written after the death of Martin Luther King Jr. titled Drum Major for a Dream. Appropriate for the beginning of Advent. What happens to inconvenient prophets and Messiahs.
DRUM MAJOR FOR A DREAM
Ira G Zepp, Jr.
Your dream was clear,
We understood it perfectly.
But that was too costly
For us, too expensive
Too dear, as they used to say;
Have-nots having
Disinherited, inheriting.
Is that what you meant by
Lowering mountains and
Exalting valleys?
But you beat your drum
Slowly, persistently, non-violently.
Your dream was clear,
We understood it perfectly.
Heaven on earth.
But heaven can wait.
It is often unwise and untimely for color of skin
To give way to content of character: for black, white
Brown, red yellow
To live together in Shalom.
Is that what you mean by
Is that what you mean by
Making rough places plain
And crooked paths straight?
But you beat your drum
Lovingly, redemptively, faithfully.
Your dream was clear.
We understood it perfectly.
Love your enemies,
But that is impractical, not
Calculating enough.
Loving those who despise you
Who speak calumny against you
Enables us to be brothers and sister
In the Beloved Community.
Is that what you meant by
Seeing the Promised Land?
We understood all of this
So perfectly, saw it so clearly
That we beat the drummer
Senselessly, violently, fatally.
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