Dr. King stood on the steps of the Lincoln memorial in 1963................and had a dream.............that one day his four little children could one day be judged not by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character..................Dr. King was murdered in Memphis, Tn a little later.............................i hope one day that his dream will become reality............not just in word..........but in practice as well...............

Here is a poem by Paul Dunbar...........................

(From "Dreams")

What dreams we have and how they fly

Like rosy clouds across the sky;

Of wealth, of fame, of sure success,

Of love that comes to cheer and bless;

And how they wither, how they fade,

The waning wealth, the jilting jade —

The fame that for a moment gleams,

Then flies forever, — dreams, ah — dreams!