Assignment on answering questions on Martin Luther King and a poem called Pride By: Dahlia Ravikovitch

I tell you, even rocks crack,

And not because of age.

For years they lie on their backs

In the heat and the cold,

So many years,

It almost seems peaceful.

They don’t move, so cracked stay hidden.

A kind of pride.

Years pass over them, waiting.

Whoever is going to shatter them

Hasn’t come yet.

And so the moss flourishes, the seaweed whips around,

The sea pushes through and rolls back

The rocks seem motionless.

Till a little seal comes to rub against them,

Comes and goes away.

And suddenly the rock has an open wound.

I told you,when rocks break, it happens by surprise.

And people,too.