Narrative

NARRATIVE

Walking peacefully towards the Lincoln Memorial, we feel united in our fight for equality. “Hey Mum, Hold up !” I shout as I trip. As I march with the enormous crowd, we all sing a song, “We Will Overcome”.

Now we reach the memorial pond. From the sky the crowd looks like millions of ants waiting for our hero,  Martin Luther King, to share his speech I have a dream. Talking about how Negroes would like to have freedom and equality he is very passionate. Everyone claps and cheers as he ends his wonderful speech.