INTRODUCTION: an Ode to the freedom fighters
In you the caravan trod
In line with the merchant chants-
'Bound in a sheaf of dreams
A black man in a nigger suit
Here at your view
In you the wagon trails
Across the forgotten part-
'Standing in a pulpit
A rambling preacher
downed with a bullet'
in you I smelled my odor
from the stench of the hold-
'the sound of a captive voice
echoes our shackled fear
across the shadeless grass
in you sisterhood awakes again
the voice of a kitchen mammy-
'the rich laughter of a Negro maiden
in a song our fathers sang
taking us home again
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