Let my people go...
Sometimes a visit cuts to the core.
A look back into time,
......a reflection,
......makes one aware that not all was good.
A dark time in our history,
......crowned cotton as king,
......the throne built upon the backs of slaves.
The residues still taint us today.
Wandering the modern corridors,
......faint ghostly cries are heard
......of lives torn apart by a system of evil.
But the displays also bear witness to the best
......where the strong and true
......stood against tyranny.
One asks in disgust,
......“How could the sale of humans
......existed in the Land of the Free?”
One word, MONEY, tells the story.
We need not look far
......to witness the greed
......that feeds wars and oppression.
Will modern abolitionists rise up
......and take on the fight
......that pits the haves and have nots
......against one another
......while the robber-barons collect their gold?
Or is it too late to change the course
......that has been set?
The shackles and chains of slavery
......did not easily fall?
Only when men and women
......became too disgusted
......with the human conditions they saw
......did they rise up and heed the spiritual cry,
“Let my people go!”
Can you hear it today,
......in the cries of the poor,
......in many languages,
......in the young and old?
Listen, for they are there.
The din grows louder with the passing days.
Listen. Listen!
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