1. Jubilee has come to-day, <br />Praise to God the only King; <br />Centuries have passed away, <br />And good freedom's rights begin. <br /> <br /> <br />2. Chains and blocks are gone to hell, <br />Souls of men and women too; <br />Saintly Prophets did all tell <br />Slavers, hardy, story true. <br /> <br /> <br />3. Come what may I'm free to dwell <br />Where the sun and stars do shine; <br />Never more can slavers sell <br />This triumphant soul of mine. <br /> <br /> <br />4. When from regions far away, <br />Creatures black of skin were brought, <br />Worldly men were glad to pay <br />Prices great for those they bought. <br /> <br /> <br />5. Better men of noble blood <br />Fought the tyrants all the way; <br />They before the world had stood, <br />Fighting for good freedom's day. <br /> <br /> <br />6. Now the day has come with joy, <br />Hearts are glad throughout the land; <br />Praises loud we now employ, <br />Blessing those of Buxton's band.<br /><br />Marcus Mosiah Garvey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/jubilee-3/
