In the city of Jackson at the recent election
Men armed with Winchesters guarded the polls.
No colored man was permitted to vote.
What are they teaching their children.

In this condition I tremble
For the future of the south.
Ignorance can be enslaved,
But intelligence never.

In time he will arise in all his might.
Asserting his manhood and claiming his rights
And the pent up wrongs of centuries
Will take flight.

And the Mississippi sky is bright
But clouds are gathering
It seems there’s a storm a comin
Seems there’s a storm a comin

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from

The Journey
by Holly Reed

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