Empty Nooses
When I opened my eyes, all I could see was a landscape full of trees with empty nooses
My father was a runaway slave, who was captured by them bounty hunters. Daddy wanted to be free and provide for his family
Why do we kill and enslave another man for their differences or the color of his skin? Well, the answer my friend is blowing in the wind. The answer derives from the sweet taste of sin, created by the love, the power, and the color of money
The empty nooses keep on blowing in the wind. Still, I remember, when they kicked, beat, and then dragged my daddy, unconsciously toward that old oak tree. Lord, back in the day, Colored People were restricted from sitting or resting underneath the trees with nooses
After they captured my pappy; they wrapped a dry noose around his neck so tight, that I could smell the rope burns on his neck. However, when I opened my eyes, I could only see a landscape full of trees with empty nooses.
They hung my daddy from that tree. Well, I was six years old, and I dropped to my knees. Still, I ask the Lord to spare my father’s life and to forgive these evil people, for they do not know what they do.
God put His hand in the story. Then, He clapped His Hands, and His spiritual power released the nooses from all the dead slaves.
God said, “Walk with me, and you shall receive eternal life in the kingdom of heaven. Walk with me down this road of light."
Then, He hurled a bolt of lightning at the landscape of empty nooses and said, from this
day forth, I promise thee, that empty nooses shall never be the fruit among these trees.
Never again, shall empty nooses blow in the wind.
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Gregory Golden
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