DrMLK Day

They shot him. They shot him because they didn't like his message. They've shot many others, but it did little good. They shot this man, and now there are songs about him, poems about him...even a holiday named after him, which has allowed me to sit here, on a day-off from work, to write this.

They shot him; and like so many others they've shot, he has become immortal. His name is etched in everyone's minds. We all know who he is. They didn't want us to pay attention anymore to him. Yet, we all do.

They shot him to silence him. Yet his voice is louder than ever.

They shot him to make him irrelevant. They failed.