To Martin Luther King (Audio)
To Martin Luther King
To Martin Luther King
You, worth son of the Man,
lowered in the melee
for the souls redemption,
victim of the seed
that spread sorrow in the world;
you, worth son of the heaven,
that anger has ripped from the earth
lights our path.
You were that flower
trampled on
in a battle field.
You were that flower
severed that sang
freedom and the sun.
Poem by Renato Nale, Translated
published, printed by Bastianina Campus