Sometimes I wonder, Dr. King,
Have we done enough?
If you were still alive today,
What would you say to us?
“The fight is far from over,”
I imagine you’d still say.
To keep fighting for the dream
‘Cause we have yet to reach “one day”.
I imagine you’d be proud
Of the progress that’s been made:
Of rainbow families and diverse friends,
Rooted in the foundation you laid.
But sometimes I imagine
That it would break your heart
To watch Jim Crow evolve into crowded prisons;
Families still torn apart.
I imagine you might celebrate
Just how far we’ve come
And tomorrow you’d be back on the picket lines
Because there’s still so much to be done.
How many people would still love you
If your legacy had yet to be written?
If your fight were still ongoing?
If you weren’t yet a historical figure?
I wonder how many people
Would be unpleasantly surprised
To see what you’d still be fighting for
If you were still alive.