"Happy" -Blackout Poem from Dr. King's "I Have a Dream Speech"

Join today in history
the greatest Freedom,
a great American shadow,
seared in the flames of withering justice,
the long night of captivity.
One hundred years later, life is crippled.
The lonely island of poverty is still
in corners of America.
In his own land, we've come to a
shameful condition.
Our nation's capital: the magnificent
were signing a promise all men would
be guaranteed--happiness.
It is obvious, America.
Instead of honoring funds, refuse
to believe in the great vaults.
So, riches demand security.
We also come to now.
This is the time to engage the luxury,
to take the drug, to make
real promises. To rise to justice.
To lift the quicksands to solid rock.
Make justice reality, for all children
would be fatal to the urgency of summer.
Legitimate discontent is invigorating.
Freedom, an end?
Those hopes will now rest; granted,
whirlwinds shake foundations, but the
warm threshold which leads into the palace,
our rightful place, must not satisfy
our thirst.
The cup of dignity, our creative soul,
today: Realize destiny is inextricably
bound to freedom.
We cannot walk alone.
We cannot turn back. The victim of unspeakable
horrors can never be satisfied; long bodies,
heavy with fatigue, cannot gain mobility.
We can, as our selfhood and dignity believes nothing.
I am not unmindful; fresh narrow quests
for freedom left you battered. The creative
suffering earned knowing, "Be Changed."
Wallow in the dream, rooted in this nation.
Live out the true meaning of freedom.
Dream of Glory.
Reveal all.
See it together.
Hope, with despair, transform into a beautiful symphony.
Work. Struggle. Stand up for freedom. Know,
One day,
This, too, shall pass.
A great hilltop, heightening, curvaceous.
Only that: Freedom.
Lookout. When we allow to speed up that day,
all children will sing:
"Free at last! Free at last! Thank God Almighty we are free at last!