(A lone voice whispers.)
Freedom comes at such a high price.
A poem
For the many who were promised
They would never be owned
Or downtrodden
Do you as a society, remember us in 2023?
Slavery and its many lovers.
Do they still exist today?
I think you know the answers.
Is the worse part
Some still ask
Gathered
In here
Standing in a
A secret church in
The Great In-Between
Being a part of history
Dying and being forgotten
Blowing in the Four winds
Like back in good old Tennessee
After October 24th
In 1864
When Freedom sang such a song of emancipation
Expressed and dressed in white cotton
But still, corruption and greed
Found a way
To always creep in
Even in
The Reconstruction Era
Copyright John Duffy
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