My dear Martin Luther King,
Hymns of praise I sing,
You have ranked so high,
Like Lincoln but I sigh.
Make me think Gandhi here,
Known as Father so dear,
Left the treacherous world,
Unfinished and undone.
Kennedy's memories I cherish,
Let the condemned killers perish,
Tears flow for such noble sons,
On thought of those deadly guns.
There couldn't be justice,
Segregated with so much ease,
For creed and colour,
It's shame and not valour.
Though you all have gone,
Your ghosts, each lives on,
Make us happy evermore,
Let me sing this joyous lore.
Yesupatham Savarimuthu.
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