Black, His Story

Brutally battered and beaten Long, long way from home Aching inside hurts more than lashes and reaping Children and wife long gone Kept in chains, freedom done gone Hide! Hide! No time for larking Ink black nights, and days of running Shouting, shooting, dogs a-barking. Stop by the river, wade in the water Tubman sends canoe and more kinsmen come Over the river to Canada’s shelter Reunited with children…, and wife done come Yes! Freedom done come. Freedom done come