“Bank of Justice,”
Dr. King tells his people
“Go to the bank! Cash out your freedom
Your note is overdue

“Sorry, we’re morally bankrupt” sneers the teller
King explains to his people “Don’t take out your guns, don’t rob.”
“But we have notes they, owe us!” screamed the angry followers
“Your notes are nothing but dreams.” Barked the teller.
“Our dreams are real!”
They hold the constitution in front of the clerk.
“Right here, Right here, in the Bill of Rights!”

“You owe us our interest
‘Open your dark and desolate vaults to the sunlit path of racial justice’
They are left here waiting for the justices owed to them
But still hold a “great beacon…of hope.”