GOD hears prayers.

Slaves standing
sitting
picking things
gave praises to God
under the leash
of unbridle greed
they said they heard God
"Master oh master are you hearing what I am hearing
do you understand the words of our song"
swing low sweet chariot
for the sin on both sides
of the Mason Dixon line
For white and black
for the freedom lost by all
for a few sheckels more
to be human a little less,
slowly turning
a mill stone
grinding corn pon
our immortal soul made of GoLD
that we turn to lead,
I used to wonder how master?
How? How did you hear?
The call of GOD!!!
behind the sound of chains, pain, taers and shame
Of being human turned to property,
but still
with brother torn from mother
father from daughter,
no more family
just cattle for the mindless prattle
of puffed up pigeons
living in the rafters of the house of Usher.
but still they gave praise
and today a Negro President has been raised
showing the world!!!
that God hears our prayers.
So Give the Good GOD
his due,
and don't dance to the fiddle
of the devil
playing under the shade of death.
before the pit to hell.