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Were that I were bounteous, Were that I were strong, Were that I had substance I would sing for freedom’s song. I would sing, as does a blackbird With a resonance so clear As to wake the deaf of humankind And hound their jaded ear.   To awake their sense of sameness To jolt their sense of fair, To arouse the warmth of brotherhood, To cleanse our racist air. For the blacks, the whites, the brindle Are homogenously one, You break the skin, the blood is red We’re born beneath one sun. Each man loves his mother’s warmth Each man holds his wife, Each man feeds his children And cherishes his life. So where’s the racial difference? What makes this problem start ? What prompts the cold Kalashnikov To **** that other heart? What prompts back alley beatings Of infidels who stray ? What price religious difference By men who say they pray? Who is this God who fosters war ? How can he profess to be A champion of sanity To unleash this killing spree ? Were that I were bounteous, Were that I were strong, Were that I had wisdom I would sing for freedom’s song. I would sing for racial harmony, I would sing for such a day, That men could laugh together Be they black or white or grey. Marshalg For the United States of Humanity. 2 July 2011
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Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 12:15 PM UTC
Re Creation’s Song
Were that I were bounteous, Were that I were strong, Were that I had substance I would sing for freedom’s song. I would sing, as does a blackbird With a resonance so clear As to wake the deaf of humankind And hound their jaded ear.   To awake their sense of sameness To jolt their sense of fair, To arouse the warmth of brotherhood, To cleanse our racist air. For the blacks, the whites, the brindle Are homogenously one, You break the skin, the blood is red We’re born beneath one sun. Each man loves his mother’s warmth Each man holds his wife, Each man feeds his children And cherishes his life. So where’s the racial difference? What makes this problem start ? What prompts the cold Kalashnikov To **** that other heart? What prompts back alley beatings Of infidels who stray ? What price religious difference By men who say they pray? Who is this God who fosters war ? How can he profess to be A champion of sanity To unleash this killing spree ? Were that I were bounteous, Were that I were strong, Were that I had wisdom I would sing for freedom’s song. I would sing for racial harmony, I would sing for such a day, That men could laugh together Be they black or white or grey. Marshalg For the United States of Humanity. 2 July 2011
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Jul 1, 2011
Jul 1, 2011 at 12:15 PM UTC
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