Melting Out of Slavery
In the beginning, there was little hope
working the slaves, and they had to cope
without rights.
That was their plight.
Freedom for them was not real
Until after the civil war, then they received a deal.
they thought freedom was in sight.
That was their plight.
The civil rights activist, did it in a passive manner
with a collective effort, by the raising of a banner,
And they never gave up the fight
That was their plight.
They melted with the rest
and proved they could do their best.
By letting others see the light
That was their plight.
Next they become totally freed
because they fought, and made a plead.
That the sky is the limit, so now they can take flight.
That is their plight.
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