Bondage To No Bounds

Bondage To No Bounds ballad

Uploaded by Regi Taylor


Twenty score years ago, and some
The evil merchants crossed the waves

Gleeful as they raped and pillaged
Their cargoes of dark-skinned slaves

En route to the land of Liberty
Where all men are created equal

In their most frightening and wildest nightmares
They could never have envisioned the sequel

After four centuries of hatred, violence and exploitation
Against the human chattel who built this nation

The values upon which America was built
Would overcome its culture of greed

On the backs of unknown, unsung masses
Who bore the burden of long labor and whips lashes

And the prayers and Faith of prophet preachers
Came a man, half black, half white… A new breed leader

Who dared to believe against all odds
That he could unite these United States

Seen only, perhaps, by The Dreamer…in ‘68
Who could have known our country’s fate

For the first time, truly, since 1776
A Golden Opportunity For Unity exists

That all Americans could possibly be One
Our new president alone cannot get this done

This is for you, for me, for we, for us
E Pluribus Unum, from many – one…

If God we trust?

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