Look at my people!

Look at my people. Rising from the dust of anguish and despair/heaped upon them by the slaveholders snare/ look at my people whose daughter’s forced cries/from their babies sold before their very eyes/look at us. Often the victim of the whip’s lash/yet we rise free at last/look, I tell you, at my people bruises andContinue reading “Look at my people!”

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