Iain Kelly

‘Imagine all the people, sharing all the world,’ sang John Lennon.

And they shot him.

‘I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character,’ ministered the Reverend Martin Luther King.

And they shot him.

‘Our most basic common link is that we all inhabit this planet. We all breathe the same air. We all cherish our children’s future. And we are all mortal,’ called John F. Kennedy.

And they shot him.

‘I object to violence because when it appears to do good, the good is only temporary; the evil it does is permanent,’ spoke Mahatma Gandhi.

And they shot him.

‘Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance,’ rallied Robert F. Kennedy.

And they shot him.

‘Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal,’ spoke Abraham Lincoln.

And they shot him.

Imagine we did more than listen to their words. Imagine we did more than remember those words.

Imagine we lived by their words.

This is a response to the #writephoto Prompt – Imagination curated over at Sue Vincent’s Daily Echo. Click on the link to read other stories inspired by the image.