A Supreme Dream
I had a dream
A Love Supreme
A "65 Coltrane thing
Intermingled with turbulence
Like the death of our
Black, Shining, Prince
In our winter of discontent
While lovers moaned to the sounds
of John's
Saxophone
Just wanting to live, love and do
their thing
Like any other
human being
Yeah,
I had a dream
A Love Supreme
A "65 Coltrane thing
Where I saw our people
fight for rights and
equality
Against the "man" and police brutality
Like on Bloody Sunday
in the south
Where "Nigger' dripped
from the mouth
of those who never hid
their hatred for
Black men, women and kids
But, just then,
the saxophone lifted me again
Washing away the hurt of sin
The likes I've only seen
In my dream
That
"65 Coltrane thing
And I heard disdain for our ancestors
Who never backed down
Even after being beaten to the ground
I watched them stand up
Confront laws and a system
that would have made a weak people
give up
Singing "We Shall Overcome"
While others chanted "Black Power"
Those where the ones that started to sour
on that nonviolent thang
Any way,
the church bells rang,
the choir sang
A Love Supreme
A Love Supreme
A Love Supreme
A Love Supreme
All up
in my dream
That "65 Coltrane thing
As my heart swelled for our beloved
King
and the revolutionary theme
of John and his jazz
Kicking ass
Then,
at looong last
Voting rights
passed
And our allies smiled
We did too, for a while
But we knew
the Battle wasn't through
And when
I awakened from my
slumber
My head was full of the beat of John's
drummer
As hot as the riot's of that
summer
in my dream
A Love Supreme
"65
When Coltrane was doing his thing
T.C
IamTimClark 2020
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