This is an old piece I wrote months ago but never posted.
Crossing the Gap
Plunging deep into the dark, damp pits of Hades,
A dog with three heads... and a mouth full of rabies,
Approaches my being - there he stares into my heart broken,
I sling my hand into my pocket, and whip out a token,
The black robed figure sails over to me on his wooden raft,
Reaches out a boney hand, and slams down his crooked staff,
I slip the token into his grasp - then board the little ship,
Off we go - my second wind, as I cross the river styx,
To me his eyes played tricks, on whether or not this was real,
and atmosphere to unique, was the only thing that could make me feel -
so weird and tingly on the inside - as we floated down this stream,
My visions began to change and I had thought this was a dream,
Now I know this is reality - and I must bring it crashing down,
A second wind of racism storms by and whites still are the kings crowned,
This river is a chain reaction of words mis-spoken by the iggnorant,
Arrogant... souls and it is passed down to the kids form the rents,
As I finally make it to the other side of this giagantic puddle,
This is when the human race, begins to realize our struggle,
These un-spoken words never made their actual spring,
"If I had 2 chances... first I'd try peace, then war."
Signed ,Sincerely yours
Dr. Martin Luther King
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