April 4, 1968 Pay Me Now America
Pay me now you murderous bullet! How dare you take down this wondrous man of peace. Pay me now for all I lost to build up something that I cannot own. Pay me now for those strange fruits hanging low on the sycamore trees. Pay me now for Emmett Till's gruesome plight. Pay me now as Medgar's bones dissipate at night. Pay me me now for those 4 little girls who had hardly lived their lives. Pay me now for Malcolm's life which was stuck down by an assassins plight. Pay me know as our peoples sacred King was laid out on a bloody balcony in the hateful south. Pay me now as I fill this bottle with gasoline and flick the flame. You pay me because your laws and tactics caged me. Pay me because when I strike back I can destroy what’s near me.
The blood was spilled that evening around dinner time 54 years ago. The body was laid out riddled by an assassins shot. The man of peace, hero to everyday Americans and the downtrodden Americans . He spoke of hope of truth of equality. He wanted the best from everyone and asked for nothing in return. He gave his all when he could have stayed silent.
Within minutes of the shot and word of the murderous act cities across the country burned as pent up anger engulfed the nation. The ambers that had once burned for the equality that he and others sought decimated with that single shot. Now only lit ambers of hate and frustration of a people who had given up much and received little. The glass that was once filled with hope now overflowed with anger and want.
You see America we still must fight for all we've gain. We still look back to that frightful evening in Memphis when everything changed. When a bullet's flight took down this warrior of justice, this man who lived to make this nation right.