Balcony Scene

How must it feel to stand on the stage????

To show so many love, yet fuel such rage

What must it be like to look in the crowd????



To hear the cheers, then jeers just as loud

How did you manage those long nights in jail????

Wife left alone to tend young babies’ wails

How were you able to muster the strength????

To take the great struggle to it’s ultimate length

Like Brother Malcolm before, your life soon to end

If you could see us now, would you do it all again????

Even though days earlier you gave God all your fears

Was it all worth the fatherless babies and widow’s tears????

Surrounded by friends you were their greatest hope

Yet hate held you focused clear in its scope