Long Historyfreedom Poems

Runaway Train

Come, my ***** brethren, come.

Come my children, and let me take you away, 
Away from that sad, sad struggle in the South 
To your human rights of freedom in the North.

Come, my ***** brethren, come.

Slavery is a sin that will not go unpunished, 
And like Moses I will guide you safely from your
Phony Pharaohs to a prosperous promised land.

Come, my ***** brethren, come.

We are not beasts of their burdens!  But, a
Proud people who will not be whisked 
And walloped anymore by their wild whips.  

Come, my ***** brethren, come.

There is one of two glorious gifts you have the
Inherent right to: liberty or death, if you could 
Not have one you can certainly have the other.

Come, my ***** brethren, come.

The ride is long, cold and exhausting.  We travel 
Under the blanket of night guided by a heavenly 
Star sitting quietly in the silent Northern sky.   

Come, my ***** brethren, come.

You will find rest and hide during the day. 
I have carried many others this way
Not a one lost, not a one led astray.

Come, my ***** brethren, come.

Saturday is upon us and it is time to catch
Your train. For today is the day the Lord hath
Made.  Freedom is upon us—first, let us pray.

Come my ***** brethren, come.