I Have a Warning
I come to speak not of dreams alone, but of the shadows that threaten them.
I come to speak of a nation drifting toward hate, where lies are lifted higher than truth,
where cruelty is paraded as strength,
and where the sacred promise of our Constitution is torn apart by hands unworthy of its trust.
I have a warning:
that fascism does not come only with tanks and banners,
but with silence, with fear,
with leaders who claim power not to serve the people, but to rule them.
I have a warning:
that the rights so many bled and died for are being stripped away piece by piece,
that the voices of the weak are drowned out by the shouts of the powerful,
and that America, land of freedom, is gasping for air beneath the weight of its own betrayal.
But I also have a dream, still,
that this nation will remember itself,
that love will not bow before hate,
that courage will rise again in the hearts of ordinary people,
and that liberty—long battered, long wounded—
will yet find healing in the hands of those who refuse to surrender.
Let us not be blinded by false promises, nor numbed by despair.
Let us rise up, as citizens, as neighbors, as human beings,
to say with one voice:
Hate shall not rule us.
Fascism shall not define us.
And the death of America shall not be written in our time.
For we have a duty to the future—
to the children yet unborn,
to the songs yet unsung,
to the dreams yet unimagined—
to keep the flame of freedom alive.
And so I say:
This struggle is not the end of America.
It is the test of America.
And we, the people,
shall not fail.
With an acknowledgement to MLK.
That is very well written. I am very concerned with what is going on, I never thought I would see this happen in this country.