Has anyone really stopped to see?

Some say slavery is in the past

And yet my feeling I will not cast

 

Must we commit to laughter & scorn?

Must all our lives be tattered & torn?

The end starts with one, but he will strain

For not all will listen, 'tis all in vain

 

All I say is "We are free!"

"Can we all look and maybe see?"

My feelings now, I do now cast

And because of one, slav'ry's past