by Marcus B. Christian
You are degraded freemen
When you can look upon wrongs,
Hatred and persecution,
And hold your tongues.
You are degraded freemen
When you can laugh and sing
While the piercing cries of a people
Through your beings ring.
-- Again I say, degraded --
Whether of black or white --
When the shade of a skin determines
One's wrong or right.
Last updated November 13, 2022