I could go on and on and name You all but there's no need of that. Why stir the wounds? I know they pain enough What would you all give for another Chance to see those things you must all remember And often yearn to touch again? And when the whips of the oppressors Are broken and their names Forgotten and destroyed It was for freedom! We have planted freedom in this earth like wheat And we have said to the skies above us "A man shall own his own soul" Now, here is this man