He rose not above the people,
but among them🪬
a steady light in unsteady times,
believing that love, when chosen boldly,
could outlast hate
and outshine fear.

He spoke of dreams not as wishes,
but as promises waiting for courage.
With faith as his foundation
and justice as his work,
he turned pain into purpose
and marches into milestones.

He knew the weight of silence
and refused to carry it.
He taught us that peace is not passive,
that hope requires action,
and that real leadership
walks willingly into the storm
to guide others home.

Though his voice was stilled,
his vision still breathes👁️⃤
in every act of fairness,
every stand for truth,
every heart that dares to believe
the world can be better than it is.

His dream is not finished.
It lives in us🪆
when we choose courage over comfort,
unity over division,
and love over indifference.

May we rise, as he did,
with conviction in our steps
and compassion in our hands.
May we become the answer to his dream,
and carry it forward
until justice is no longer hoped for,
but seen.