A man who gave his life for freedom,

for friendship.

A man who had a dream,

a dream that I now share.

Peace Harmony.

I try to do small things,

small things that will help peace prevail.

I hear crying on the playground,

it's exclusion, disruption.

It is disruption of the peace,

the peace that some have tried to savor.

Like that man so long ago, the girl down on the playground knows

how hard it is to be looked down upon.

Distress, anger.

I stood up for that girl.

I stoop up for harmony.

I stood up for others.

Just as the man with a dream did so long ago.

Pride, triumph.

To this day I remember that moment.

It gave me strength.

It gave me courage.

I will always remember the shared dream.

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