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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Nearing four hundred years of living in captivity Solar eclipse aspirations has been my people’s enduring ebony destiny Almost four hundred years of divided slavery: chains seen and chains invisible Hellish experience of double trouble Self-congratulatory proclamations of emancipated release were accompanied by chains slapped on the brain, having a tighter squeeze We were taught when our alabaster masters raised the white flag, we were to bend the knee Surrender our wounded pride, and serve the coin of the realm Give the faces of authority full submissive servitude, hold not back labor of the sweat due We were commanded to give total flag loyalty; hand over heart obedience to the strange god who conquered us, and put our bodies in a cotton coffin field to grieve We learned to love the sound of the drag of the chains It gave sonorous rise to the voice of our slave dreams After nearly four hundred years, we still sing: Lord, help us endure the skin sting and the humiliation pain of our idol suffering Let our parched lips drink long of Exodus liberty when the Son reign In the year of release, let the land be filled with the sound of jubilee Nearing the end of four long generations of undying faith We believe our bulrush tears are gonna be Messiah-soothed wiped away When we no longer hear Massa shout “Boy” blues, with his little bald eagle horn blowing Scarlett O’Hara sour slavery notes forever gone with the wind And when we see the white flag lowering, we shall rise joyously at captivity’s end
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