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Freedom


Segregation, to divide based on class, race, or religion Freedom Why have you betrayed me? I am a black child My race is your legacy I am your first born son So why must I ask you Are you my friend or my enemy? Just because you broke the chains does not make you a good Shepard You maketh my lie down my humanity You leadeth me beside the waters of injustice Freedom, you wanted them to hate me Hate me, my brothers, my sisters, my family Freedom, you watched them lynch me Hang me from tree tops because my skin was kissed by the great star Freedom, you let them rape me And walk away slowly, smiling knowing they will never be bound in the chains I once was Freedom, you saw them kill our babies and leave their bodies in the street like dogs Freedom I hate you! You are hypocrisy, a con-artist constantly coming at a price You alone are the reason I am afraid of ropes and chains, crosses and flames Your promises are empty They fill me woth nothing because I know I will never eat from the master's table.
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