Ill give everybody else a chance to post something. THEY DREAMED OF A TIME Certain plantation homes Kept their secrets well hidden. Masters affairs with female chattel Were not told nor were they bidden. There were whippings and beatings, Enough to take away all hope. They dreamed of a time That they would more than cope. But the eyes and ears of good men, Were aware of the evil within, The shameful plight of the slaves Would gracious men rescind. The shame of a time gone by Will linger with us for years. To call it a mistake would hide The blood, the sweat, and the tears. Doris J. McGohon Copyright
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 18:24:42 +0000
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