There were black crowds in Washington white.
Can we all get along?
In the red hills of Georgia
Lost in a valley,
In the dark shadows of poverty.
The fear and name calling,
The race baiting and packaged beliefs,
Have divided us by party lines and railroad tracks.
The black reverend came a long way
To stand on the steps,
To face the potential violence.
Shoulder to shoulder,
Fifty years ago it was a sea of men, women and children.
A shot rang out in the Memphis sky
The man in black
Free at last.