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Posted by J.Albert Smith
on November 7, 2008, 5:57 pm
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The wicked carried them away in captivity,to cruel and far away lands
In cotton fields and on plantations they would toil,with old and young black hands.
The stripes on their backs formed tree shaped reminders,the chains kept them in place.
Many leaped from the ships to an abysmal coffin, refusing the opression they would face.
Through the middle passage the others sailed, settling for a slower route to death.
The task master's whip flickered like the tongue of a viper, his harsh words spewed like the dragon's breath.
Enslaved by the ignorance of their captors and the bigotry that binds them, a life of bondage they recieved.
Terror by night and terror by day,but the people were stronger than they believed.
Now there are little Black feet in the White House. Oh yes, there are little Black feet in the White House.
Through the dark of night went the relentless persuit, of a land of promised redemption.
Wading in the water the way Harriet taught them, each with the same task with no exemption.
The sound of the blood hounds rang in their ears,yet all they heard was that bell of freedom.
Ms.Tubman's face reflected blood sweat and tears,still they followed where she did lead them.
Journey by journey, through the perilous path, though their feet and their will grew tired,
Step by step and mile by mile,they forged ever foward to the freedom that each one desired.
To the North there's a place where chains sometimes melt, when voice said "hurry don't delay."
Humble by nature and born with the love of God, yet striking down anyone that stood in their way.
Now there are little Black feet in the White House. Oh yes, there are little Black feet in the White House.
Civil war between the North and the South came, but the motive is still not yet clear.
Freeing a peoples without releasing their minds, only make them merely slaves to fear.
Treating the Freedman like they were less human, was the norm in this anti-bellum world.
Leaving them lost in that freedom, if that's what it was, with no country and no flag to unfurl.
Unwanted by a nation; on your labor was built, caused enough tears that could fill up the Nile.
Knowing no other life but a life of bondage, enslaved from when you were a child.
The prayers that were prayed had a long way to travel, because the years of suffering were many.
No hope and no help became their constant shadow, no equality was rendered; no not any.
Now there are little Black feet in the White House. Oh yes, there are little Black feet in the White House.
Then along comes a King with a dream in his heart, and a voice that rode on the wind.
An assassin's bullet silenced the voice, before the awakening had a chance could begin.
His words are still engrained in our souls, while the King watches his people from above.
Martin's lessons were God sent and easy to understand, his main focus was brotherly love.
Now with years after his fall, forty-five to be exact, our people are still not yet free.
But there's a new man who will take us to the birthright of all, he has a face just like you and me.
A warrior of the best kind, his steps are sure, he's much,much smarter than they think.
A new world peace is what he envisions; a great era is surely now on the brink.
You know who I speak of so I won,t call his name, Ok, I'll give you a hint just for fun.
Some call him a savior, others have said he's God gift, I think I'll just call him "That One"
Now there are little Black feet in the White House. Oh yes, there are little Black feet in the White House.
____________J.Albert Smith
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