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Make of me a hero, but I was a failure in what mattered most to me
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Remember well the ill that sainthood does, taking holiness for victory. I think we are as far away as ever, not from equal laws, but equal lives
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Little has been done to make life better, unless you like the shift to God
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guns from knives. The icon of my face is now a mask hiding the destruction of the poor
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Each day is worse for millions than the last. Raging unregarded is a war
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No, then, though our president might be black, I would march again, could I come back
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No icon, but a loving one. peaceful scourge, gathering strength where race and class converge
