Classic Poem

America of white men's rule,
The God of Heaven calls to you;
You used the black man as a tool,
And proved of faith and love untrue.

Your Christian faith is all a lie,
If you do not some changes make;
You brought us here to make us die,
But God will save us for His sake.

There is a call to make things right,
And to your conscience we appeal:
For peace we are, we want no fight,
We ask you but the wound to heal.

We've laboured long in many fields,
To clear your waste and barren lands:
We fought your wars with manly shields,
But you've cast us off your hands.

America will flourish great,
If love and truth abide within;
And so we call upon the State,
To free itself from deadly sin.

The Negro's cause is holy word,
And God proclaims the mighty truth,
The angels speak with flaming sword,
And it is so to man forsooth.