A Poem about Malcolm X
"Born Little in Nebraska"
A man with much to say
had knowledge, but needed wisdom,
he knew what he was told
but could not see
that the men he followed
were no better than those
who he preached against.
As his life went on
he came to know the truth.
He set himself free of his maters
to teach the unity of all.
On his final day,
breathing his last true breath
He smiled at those who killed him
for he found them to be
just as he used to be.
On his final day.
Unknown "Homer" Carefree
- 16 years, 28 days ago
