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Does It Really Matter?

“I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day all of God’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics,
Will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual: ‘Free at last free at last thank God almighty we are free at last.”

Free at last, we should be free at last
Not prisoners of the past
Divided by races.
Kind of strange, though we’re all ‘bout the same
Somehow these lines remain
We stay in our places.What does the color of the skin
Have to do with the person within?

Now, does it really matter?
Well I really don’t know
But when you take it past the color zone
And you get right down to the bone
Tell me does it really matter?
Does it matter at all?

Rich or poor, there’s a destiny in store
We will share forevermore
No one excluded.
And if one day they blow this world of ours away
Makes no difference how you pray
We’re all included.

And when a hungry baby cries
Can you tell what color are the tears in his eyes?

Now, does it really matter?…etc.

“I have a dream this afternoon that the brotherhood of man will become a reality in this day … I have a dream …”