Poems by Stephen Rose

THE STONES CRIED OUT

Martin Luther King
Felt the brush of an angel's wing
Cried let freedom ring
And the stones cried out

Testimony of the stones
Brought that prophet down
Sharp report at twilight
Then the cold cold ground

How long will it be
Till a voice of liberty
Can speak out so free
Without the stones crying

Copyright © Stephen C. Rose, 2012, all rights reserverd.


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