Exceptions seldom make the rule Foolish thinkers need their school Those who dwell on the mystery Of why so few rose against slavery
It is a cowardice of culture That we cannot afford to nurture Let's recall a moment of history Lived by a man driven by theology
Revelations spoke their prophecy Visions of freedom and liberty Despair and loneliness drove action Until Nat Turner would know satisfaction
It's not one of the easy lessons of history But one written in blood and brutality Right as right, a fight becomes relevant As rage rose in voice and experiment
Nat Turner would seek to remold destiny Though he's barely whispered of in history In this barbecue, at a place called Cross Keys Nat Turner's resolution led him to his knees
Turning up toward God's vision, he took resolution Determining then and there in favor of revolution Having lived his theology and sure of dignity He knew then the path forward was incendiary
He would burn this scourge from the souls of all As his Lord God, he would have sinners recall Those who dared to keep other men slaves in fields Would have their cursed wickedness revealed
But death begets more death, whatever the inspiration Nat Turner was hunted down, and slavery haunted the nation For thirty more years, until forced into a savage Civil War That almost divided the nation as asunder it was tore
Our republic has been a mix of optimism and pessimism It is a nation full of promise but open to much criticism While some have known poverty, there is opulent luxury It is a hard road to walk the road of American history
Victory has bred one too many ironic, disappointed sighs Still, this is the greatest republic under earthly skies Only education in God and science will better this country Until at last equal opportunity will deliver true liberty
(c) August 24, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along