Here Again


I think I’ve been here before
Belly chains and ankle shackles
Stacked on top of each other
I just ate where I defecate
Is this 2016?
Or a New World southern state?
I think I’ve been here before
Hundreds of miles from my birthplace
Ain’t seen a loved one in 10 years
Long days and a lot of tears
Death as a slave is my worst fear
I think I’ve been here before
Voices of abolitionist
Stories of freedom to the North
Stories of freedom through the courts!
Injustices rectified
Involuntary servitude nullifies
I think I’ve been here before
Arms linked in a show of unity
White and black alike
For justice, we march
For freedom, we fight
I think I’ve been here before
And we weathered the storm
I know I’ve been here before
And through strife is where
victory will come

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