Unraveled Hearts
By-:.:Silent:Poet:.:
The screaming of the whipped,
The pain on the faces that had been clipped,
The tranquility of the death,
As I sit close to mother Beth.
I feel her heart beat fast within her chest,
The cotton picking hours had been long,
We lay motionless in the cabin,
Until the overseer rings the bell.
Until dawn we have our peace,
Until the day that we reach Canada,
Our freedom will soar,
Our hunched over backs,
The aching of our souls,
As we sit in the cabin, only a shelter from the cold,
We didn't have long before we were up again,
Were starved to death,
Were stripped from our dignity,
From the color of our skin,
Until the day we begin,
The freedom of the blacks,
Will no longer be attacked,
Until we reach Canada.
By-:.:Silent:Poet:.:
The screaming of the whipped,
The pain on the faces that had been clipped,
The tranquility of the death,
As I sit close to mother Beth.
I feel her heart beat fast within her chest,
The cotton picking hours had been long,
We lay motionless in the cabin,
Until the overseer rings the bell.
Until dawn we have our peace,
Until the day that we reach Canada,
Our freedom will soar,
Our hunched over backs,
The aching of our souls,
As we sit in the cabin, only a shelter from the cold,
We didn't have long before we were up again,
Were starved to death,
Were stripped from our dignity,
From the color of our skin,
Until the day we begin,
The freedom of the blacks,
Will no longer be attacked,
Until we reach Canada.