Congregations, segregation <br />Slaves working on plantations <br />Me oh my, no blue skies <br />For a man, this not a life <br /> <br />A tall thin man, a stove top hat <br />I don't know, will see about that <br />I'm letting you know, you got to let go <br />A man is man, we all got souls <br /> <br />Congregations, segregation <br />A war broke out, southern plantation <br />Many they died, many mammas' cried <br />But for the first time, blue skies <br /> <br />Congregations, complications <br />Although man free within a nation <br />Still, he could not vote <br />Yet in war, a gun he tote <br /> <br />A preacher who came to be <br />Cried still, we are not free <br />We die beside you, can you not see <br />We are men, we too bleed <br /> <br />Two brothers who walked in life <br />Ruled a nation with all their might <br />No complications, this great nation <br />One day declared is all mens rights <br /> <br />Congregations, A great nation <br />No more complications <br />Within a nation, we made it right <br />All men free, beneath blue skies <br /> <br />A tall thin man, a stove top hat <br />A preacher, what do you think of that <br />And two brothers, and all they died <br />But once they lived, made it right. <br /> <br />Copyright 2009 Bill Simmons <br />aka BillWilliamStar@aol.com<br /><br />Bill Simmons<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blue-skies-8/
