They want to divide us.
They want us to see color,
“Justice in Life”
I knew a man who grew up poor
in a small town in rural America.
“Ode to Baseball”
An angel’s voice is heard across the lan’
to lure a pitch and show tradition’s hand
There’s no place like home, it’s true
for I have seen my home
God never invisioned us to be slaves
for even those of wages.
Sweat dripped down his face,
as heat overcame his mind.
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