Land of the free
By a place called the land of the free
As the molten red sun rose languidly over the placid hill
A malignant quandary presented itself to my desolate race, and a desolate me,
It was another of day of ploughing under a whispering mill
By a place called the land of the free,
As i looked over at a sea of myriad rye,
Under the sunlit clouds that lingered through the vermillion sky,
And as my mind My mind wandered like the frosty patterns of smoke into the icy air
And i began my tale of despair
By a place called the land of the free
My oppressed race of blacks, and a black and oppressed me,
Were subjected perennially to the daunting practice of slavery
Why were we treated differently,
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And if there is no work, there comes the whip
By a place called the land of the free,
You can callously call it the land of the free,
But deep in that hearts, the hearts of you and me,
We both know that black people are not treated equally,
And that this place is not free without any equality
By a place called the land of the free,
Why are we treated differently
Because we are colored, because we taint your land?
Well cut off the skin, and see beneath,
You will realise that there are no differences between you and me
By a place called the land of the free,
Why are treated differently
I am able to feel pain and happiness, and so are you
I am born free of hatred and oppression, and so are you
I am, after all a human being, and so are you
By a place called the land of the
By a place called the land of the free
As the molten red sun rose languidly over the placid hill
A malignant quandary presented itself to my desolate race, and a desolate me,
It was another of day of ploughing under a whispering mill
By a place called the land of the free,
As i looked over at a sea of myriad rye,
Under the sunlit clouds that lingered through the vermillion sky,
And as my mind My mind wandered like the frosty patterns of smoke into the icy air
And i began my tale of despair
By a place called the land of the free
My oppressed race of blacks, and a black and oppressed me,
Were subjected perennially to the daunting practice of slavery
Why were we treated differently,
Will we be treated like this until hell freezes …show more content…
More work
And if there is no work, there comes the whip
By a place called the land of the free,
You can callously call it the land of the free,
But deep in that hearts, the hearts of you and me,
We both know that black people are not treated equally,
And that this place is not free without any equality
By a place called the land of the free,
Why are we treated differently
Because we are colored, because we taint your land?
Well cut off the skin, and see beneath,
You will realise that there are no differences between you and me
By a place called the land of the free,
Why are treated differently
I am able to feel pain and happiness, and so are you
I am born free of hatred and oppression, and so are you
I am, after all a human being, and so are you
By a place called the land of the