to MLK jr. Now rock the boat to a fare-thee-well. Once we suffered dreaming Into the place where the children are playing their child's games where the children are hoping knowledge survives if unknowing they follow the game without winning. Their fathers are dying back to the freedom of wise children playing at knowing their fathers are dying whose d**hs will not free them of growing from knowledge of knowing when the game becomes foolish a dangerous pleading for time out of power Quick children kiss us we are growing through dream.