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Let My People Go!

Thank God a Southern triumph was not to be;
victory for the South was victory for slavery!
'We too fight for freedom, our Captain is God, '
but did you not know, all are created equal, by God?
Therefore be your brother white black red or yellow,
free your brother, cruel fields of slavery, must fall fallow!

Written as a rebuttal to ‘We Conquer or Die’ by John Pierpont. The above quoted line is from ‘We Conquer or Die’.

poem by Terence George Craddock
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A Classroom Assignment

On Freedom
By Thomas S. Sidney, aged 12 Years
October 21st, 1828

Freedom will break the tyrant's chains,
And shatter all his whole domain;
From slavery she will always free
And all her aim is liberty.

On Slavery
By George E. Allen, aged 12 Years
October 21st, 1828

Slavery, oh, thou cruel stain,
Thou does fill my heart with pain;
See my brother, here he stands
Chained by slavery's cruel hands.

Could we not feel a brother's woes,
Relieve the wants he undergoes?
Snatch him from slavery's cruel smart,
And to him freedom's joy impart?

poem by Anonymous Americas
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Brother

Henry
Brother, got to sing your song
Brother, is taking us so long
For the elderly brother has raised us by his love
And to be equal is the freedom of his love
When will we realized that the skin is just a glove
To be thankful for the freedom of his love
Sister, stand up tall and proud
Sister, yell it strong and loud
I'm black and I'm proud
For no human can change the course of time
And no human creates the live in mind
So how can a man makes rules when yet he has no love
And how can a man a woman fill they are above
For an heavenly brother has raised us by his love
And to be equal is the freedom of his love
When will we realized that his skin is just a glove
And be thankful for the freedom of his love
Brother brother brother
Brother brother brother brother
Brother brother brother brother.

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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Emotional Subjection

There is no tyrant quite like feeling.
A bondage that cannot be released.
All we do will forever succumb to it.
Your suffering means that you're human.

Your mind is a warfield.
And your heart is the opposition.
No solution can truly be found.
Forever at war with yourself.

You will obey.
You will cry for it.
You will fall to your knees for it.
You will be numbed by it.
You will be reminded of it.
It cannot be neglected much longer.

Slavery is freedom.
Slavery is freedom.
Slavery is freedom.
Slavery is freedom.
You will obey.

poem by Aaron Lynn
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Sleeping for the Flag

When our boys come home in triumph, brother,
With the laurels they shall gain;
When we go to give them welcome, brother,
We shall look for you in vain.
We shall wait for your returning, brother,
Though we know it cannot be;
For your comrades left you sleeping, brother,
Underneath a southern tree.

Sleeping to waken
In this weary world no more;
Sleeping for your true-lov'd country, brother,
Sleeping for the flag you bore.

You were the first on duty, brother,
When "to arms" your leader cried--
You have left the ranks forever, brother,
You have laid your armies aside.
From the awful scenes of battle, brother,
You were set forever free,
When your comrades left you sleeping, brother,
Underneath that southern tree.

You have cross'd the clouded river, brother,
To the mansions of the best,
"When the wicked cease from troubling," brother,
"And the weary are at rest."
Surely we would not recall you, brother,
But the tears flow fast and free,
When we think of you sleeping, brother,
Underneath a southern tree.

poem by Henry Clay Work
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Poem for V.E. Day

Victory in Europe
Fifty years ago;
To some it doesn't mean a thing,
It happened long ago.

It's just a thing they talk about,
Those old men down the street;
Todays kids cannot understand,
They never felt the heat.

They never knew the torment,
The heartache, pain and death;
They've never seen a soldier
That's fighting for his breath.

The victory in Europe
Was certainly hard won
For who lost a brother,
A father or a son;

For men who gave the ultimate
Upon some foreign land;
A poppy for a head-stone
Now growing in the sand.

This victory in Europe
About which now I write,
It made me free,
I'm glad I didn't have to go and fight.

I'm thankful that those old men,
The ones still living yet
Keep talking of V.E. day,
And won't let us forget.

Written May 1995

poem by John Carter Brown
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It is difficult to say today whether the Battle of Kosovo was a defeat or a victory for the Serbian people, whether thanks to it we fell into slavery or we survived in this slavery.

quote by Slobodan Milosevic
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A Tribute to a Brother

To tribute to your kindness
In words is not enough
To tell of your caring
For me and others is wasting time
To a dear brother of mine
To bridge a gap so wide
As to let me into your heart
When I don’t even know mine

This tribute to you
My brother
My friend
My family
In love you conquer hate
And within these ugly times
You conquer them with beauty
This tribute to my brother ends
But always will remain true

poem by Kathryn Thomas
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To Win Another One

People play games to win, not for fun
Otherwise, it’s meaningless

In competitive games like basketball or golf
To win is the primary purpose
While to have fun or make friends is at most the second
Because people need to win to establish confidence and conquer others

It’s victory that excites us, not failure
It’s victory that makes our names familiar to others, not failure
It’s victory that makes us want to play again
It’s victory that tells us not to give up

Not only the human beings
Animals either fight to win and to kill or to be killed
They have no second chance
They have to fight till death

To win or to lose
Is a choice we are facing everyday
Golf masters are having fun all the time
Because they won many tournaments and they are champions

So let’s win another one
And win them all

poem by Michael Guo
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Modern Slavery

Slavery comes from the stables of darkness,
creating efficient funds,
free labor,
a business without kindness,
calling it free favors,
making money off the helpless,
songs being sung,
telling you which way to go,
an escape route.
soon to be war,
becoming equal,
fighting to settle the score,
freedom soon to be reigned,
a time for change,
still fighting for freedom today,
a new way,
for better days,
to become equal,
to become enlightened by one another,
as freedom of life calls you name,
singing a verse,
saying no more,
we are equal,
living amongst one another,
sharing laughs,
healing pain,
to this day,
we still fight for change.

poem by Joe Foster
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An Anthem To Freedom

Were you there when Jesus bled
Before the cross, in sins were dead
By your hand in Christ were led
On to victory

Now's the day and now's the hour
Stand with Christ and stand in power
He's our Rock and strong High Tower
We're free from slavery

So will you come and fight the fight
March in the day and not the night
We will send them all to flight
This will be our day

Free men march and free men die
And all proclaim our God on high
His glory fills the earth and sky
Come Lord soon we pray

In glorious majesty He reigns
He's broken all our wretched chains
On Calvary He took our pains
And death has lost its sting

Now Jesus come and take your place
We lift our eyes, we see your face
Our enemies we now give chase
We serve our glorious King

No longer slaves and dead in sin
New life arises from within
We sing to you a glorious hymn
Of joy and victory

We have arisen from the dead
And follow you who died and bled
And rose victoriously and said
No more slavery

Come now my children, come and see
You once were chained but now are free
Free to live and reign with me
Its time to wield the sword

Its the final day, the final hour
Rain down thy presence, a glorious shower
Its not by might nor any power
But by My Spirit says the Lord

poem by Frank McEleny
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War Song

Remember the Glories of Brien the Brave

Remember the glories of Brien the brave,
Though the days of the hero are o'er,
Though lost to Mononia and cold to the grave,
He returns to Kinkora no more.
That star of the field, which so often hath pour'd
Its beam on the battle, is set;
But enough of its glory remains on each sword,
To light us to victory yet.

Mononia! when Nature embellish'd the tint
Of thy fields, and thy mountains so fair,
Did she ever intend that a tyrant should print
The footstep of slavery there?
No! Freedom, whose smile we shall never resign,
Go, tell our invaders, the Danes,
That 'tis sweeter to bleed for an age at thy shrine,
Than to sleep but a moment in chains.

Forget not our wounded companions who stoood
In the day of distress by our side;
While the moss of the valley grew red with their blood,
They stirr'd not, but conquer'd and died.
That sun which now blesses our arms with his light,
Saw them fall upon Ossory's plain; --
Oh! let him not blush, when he leaves us to-night,
To find that they fell there in vain.

poem by Thomas Moore
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Slavery and jealousy

To hail one on his victory
Is from the sense of slavery.
To nail one on his victory
Is from the sense of jealousy.

You are caught in between.
10.07.2012

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If I Was Freedom

If i was freedom:
i would be free and for free.
Citizens of the world would'nt have to
Pay with their blood, lives and sweat.
If i was freedom,
i would be omnipresent;
in first, second and third world countries.
Poor and rich people would afford.
Black, white, green people would all know me.
If i was freedom,
i would be Nemesis:
i would destroy all humans and beast alike who seek to inhibit me,
i would conquer them with love
If i was freedom the world would be free by now.
But im not freedom.

poem by Tafadzwa Jacha
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Happy Birthday My Dear Brother

Happy Birthday to you! !

Happy Birthday Brother!

May you be my brother

Every time I am born.

Happy Birthday to you! !

Happy Birthday Brother

You are my Hero,

and my inspiration

You have made me proud Sister

in the entire Universe.

May you keep making me prouder.

Happy Birthday to you! !

Happy Birthday Brother

You have given me the courage,

to dream the most impossible,

and given me the strength,

to fight the greatest disasters,

and win the battle of my Life.

May all the Sisters have a brother like you.

Happy Birthday to you! !

Happy Birthday Brother

You have granted me the opportunity,

to leave the hell,

and live in the heaven,

Happy Birthday to you! !

Happy Birthday Brother

You stole your dreams,

To fulfill your families need.

Yet you reached the top of your aim.

Your victory is a lesson for the ones who,

Give up on their dreams.

Happy Birthday to you! !

Happy Birthday Brother

You have given a little Girl,

a beautiful life,

Without you,

Which might have been just a dream.

poem by Pratisha Karki
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The Jubilee Singers

VOICE of a people suffering long,
The pathos of their mournful song,
The sorrow of their night of wrong!
Their cry like that which Israel gave,
A prayer for one to guide and save,
Like Moses by the Red Sea's wave!
The Stern accord her timbrel lent
To Miriam's note of triumph sent
O'er Egypt's sunken armament!
The tramp that startled camp and town,
And shook the walls of slavery down,
The spectral march of old John Brown!
The storm that swept through battle-days,
The triumph after long delays,
The bondmen giving God the praise!
Voice of a ransomed race, sing on
Till Freedom's every right is won,
And slavery's every wrong undone!

poem by John Greenleaf Whittier
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Fight Or Fall

Brothers here I stand
Spread my wings and take command
The sky he justly planned
The boy become a man
After all this time
I tell myself that im
Not just wasting time
Oh you know Im not that way inclined
Brothers if you hear
Raise your flags and make it clear
There is more to fear
If we wait for another year
After all this time
I tell-a [repeat] myself that im
Just passing through time
After all this time
I tell myself that im
Not just wasting time
Oh you know Im not that way inclined
Brothers fight or fall
Its man for man and one for all
No more can we crawl
Brothers, brothers hear the call
After all this time
I tell myself that im
Not just wasting time
Oh you know Im not that way inclined
Brother brother
Brother brother
Brother fight or fall
Its man for man and one for all
Brother brother
Brother brother
What you want?
We gotta fight for one another!

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Fight Or Fall

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Freedom Doesnt

freedom doesnt starve it's children,
freedom doesnt sell it's people into slavery.
freedom doesnt see skin color,
doesnt always speak english.
freedom doesnt have one religion.
freedom doesnt choose sexual preference.
freedom doesnt regulate love.
freedom doesnt trade joblessness for profit.
freedom doesnt take your home.
freedom doesnt create reservations, slums,
and low rent trailer parks.
freedom doesnt ban books.
freedom doesnt invade and conquer.
freedom doesnt trade blood for oil.
freedom doesnt imprison those it cannot use.
freedom doesnt live by the lie.
freedom doesnt have different levels of justice,
depending on how much money you have.
freedom doesnt abandon it's elderly.
freedom doesnt turn away the sick.
freedom doesnt kill in the name of god.
freedom doesnt lie about the past.
damn it to hell!
this doesnt smell like freedom!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Confessions of a Bound Soul

Brother, my brother,
How selfish was I
While you seemed to struggle,
I sat idly by

Brother, my brother
Yes, try as I might
I now realize
It was also my fight

Brother, my brother
Now look at your arm
It's cold and immovable
Lost all its charm

Brother, my brother
Now look at your leg
There's so much left missing
Yet not once did you beg

Brother, my brother
Though I lost more in mass
It is you far more haunted
By our mistakes in the past

Brother, dear brother
Listen when I say
I will stick by your side
Until this goes away

Brother, dear brother
Listen when I say
I will stick by your side
Until our final day

poem by Amanda Saveley
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The Slaves Are The Ones Holding The Guns

A culture shock.
Time to take off our bullet proof vests.
Time to put down our guns.
Let the violence end.

Children marching in formation upon the battle field.
With signs held up so high.
With rubber kisses and beatings of a life time.
Let us take note, let us make a record.
Do whats right put down your guns and join us.

Slavery is over.

A culture shock.
Time to take off our bullet proof vest.
Time to put down our guns.
Let the violence end.

Slavery is over.
Slavery is over.

Herding the cows with greener pastures.
Desire turns to lust.
Slowly our hearts start to rust.
Soon they wither away in to this black powder.
Ashes to ashes and the dust upon the dust.
Rubbing us the wrong way.
And the sparks become the flames.

Slavery is over.