A Story Told in Song

From the savannah

the deserts

the grasslands

the veldt

and the jungle


The music played


On the ship

In the cabins

In the master’s house

and the whipping sheds

and the cotton and tobacco fields


The music played



And at sunset

Heads lowered over

Unmarked graves of

Old men and

Innocent children


The music played


From the Underground Railroad

through the rise of Pullman Porters


The music played


Through Jim Crow

and chain gangs


The music played


Through hard times

and celebrations


Through vibrant



and rising expectations


The music played


In the Deep South

through the screams

and cries wrought

by night riders

and cross burnings


The music played


Over the sound

of barking dogs

and high pressure hoses


The music played


Through Malcolm, through Newton,

and Martin and Jesse


The music played


Through the first black…


The music…


We must teach the songs

that kept the voices lifted

though hearts were heavy


Kept the flames lit though

our dreams of freedom were

constantly extinguished



Kept hope alive through our best

writers, artists, and orators.


The music played, and plays still


And it will play on

as long as we remember,


And if


teach it well,

long after



Author: smithaw50

I live in NJ. Concentrating now on a getting a full time writing career started. Glad you could be with me on the journey. Ready? Here we go...

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