I was waiting for my bus when some kids next to me started to play a song on the phone. After some time in I recognized it: Vandaag Bakermat. It’s on the radio all the time these days.
Kid one remarked: „I like the lyrics.
The DJ’s comments, you know…pretty cool.”
“Yep, pretty cool,” Kid two echoed.
My mouth almost dropped open. I
gulped hard. They don’t even…
“I have a dream!” Kid one shouted in
a pretended deep voice. Kid two began to laugh and added: “dream-dream-dream.”
They’re both nodding to the rhythm.
I felt like crying out to the world:
for God’s sake don’t ever forget! I couldn’t let it be.
“Hey, guys. You do know that it’s actually Martin Luther King, don’t
you?” I said.
At first they gave me weird looks
but eventually Kid two spoke up.
“Oh, that’s the one with…with I just came to say hello, right?!”
“No, you dumbhead! That’s Martin
Solveig,” the other kid butted in. He looked at me for support of his
statement.
“Well, I guess so but I didn’t mean…I…He
was an activist, a fighter for civil rights of African-American citizens.”
“Like that’s what the song’s about?”
Kid two asked.
“No. That’s what Martin Luther King’s
live was about,” I replied getting impatient.
Kid one raised his eyebrows and then
nodded. “Yeah. That’s a cool hobby for a DJ to have.”
Fortunately, my bus came so I could
escape from the unknowing.
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