(From the perspective of a 12 year old, written back in 1996 in 5 minutes when I was in the 8th grade for Reading class and forgot that I was supposed to do the assignment the previous night. By chance, I got an A on the assignment and this is officially my first poem that I ever wrote. I thought it was appropriate for today being it Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Holiday.)
It sticks with you through life.
You fight for the best,
You fight for your rights.
It came from the beginning
When the Indians found the land.
They fought with the white man
To save their precious man.
It will always stick with us
Fighting 'til we die.
To fight for our children,
To fight for our lives.
This evil will never depart
From our innocent little lives.
So we will always:
Fight, fight, fight, fight.
For what we believe in,
And to the day that we die.
Jaunty Jots by ACE Jaunty is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License
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