We Are Black Histury

I heard the Negro speak of rivers
Flowing through my soul
Linking me to the past
When the song of the train
Resonates from underground
Oh sing to me sweet mothers of the past
Lead me to the North
Where my skin does not bruise
From the lashing of the wind
And with my love in hand
Jump over the broom
To slave in the fields
Together
Until I am sold
And a new family begins
That day when the 16th
Freed the countless
Flames erupting from the south
Thank God Almighty!
Am I free at last?
Here is the 16th again
Looming over the millions
A King speaks of dreams
Of mountain tops
And walking together
Folk lore and folk tales
Oral tradition
Ancestral Recognition
Of kings and queens
That bore us
On the golden sands of Egypt
While the Nile lulled us to sleep
The Black Continent sheds light
On the truth of the world
The birth of mankind
The beginning of civilization
So sing now children of those now gone
For they have brought you
Where you are now.