Ode To Freedom: Tribute to Phylis Wheatley

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Ode To Freedom: Tribute to Phylis Wheatley

As I awake a brand new day, vidions of how it might be to free someday,
O'but the pres'dent Jefferson did not see it that way

The words he spoke were that and nothing more, pale faced people he adored,
However words they pierced the heart, and made life hard to endure

A so called leader, a man of valor to say the least, all hatred never any peace,
His words pick us colored folk 'part like we was as dirty as beast

A pledge of equality o'how sweet the sound, so dear so profound,
They lay claim to our bodies; as we forced to work with heads hung down

We came ashore unfamiliar to this new found land, could not even stand,
Used for manual labor, bodies battered broken hands

Unmentioned, pushed aside and disregarded from the Declaration,
Unable to ask why, why we deserved such humiliation

Skin as dark as midnight, no reasoning between wrong or right
Made a slave to do the master's bidding, even in burning sunlight

We chose Christianity and love to light the way,
O'er that wasn't enough even that they try to take away

O blessed is the father whose light shine in the sky
Give my people strength, 'til this cup pass us by

Lo! Has freedom come whether white as snow or black as mud
Do we not breathe God's air, do we not flow with the same red blood

Lord here our prayer, for weeping may endure for this night,
But we await the joy that cometh in the morn and guidance to the RIGHT

Equality said to be given, but not meant for all,
The gov'ment binds our feet, but yet we must fo'ever stand tall

We bid that hopes of freedom, loosen the chains I see,
Melodies form heaven, we cry rain down so we might be free

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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