"I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves
and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood."
See These Hands
See these hands
They are the hands that
once were royalty
once were free
once in a land far away
See these hands
They are the hands that
welcomed you to their home
hands you tied and bound
hands you took from their families
See these hands
They are the hands that
were forced to sail your ships
to enslave themselves
arriving to an unfriendly land
See these hands
They are the hands that
birthed your babies
raised your children
buried your dead
See these hands
They are the hands that
tilled your soil
planted your crops
harvested the yeild
See these hands
They are the hands that
built your roads
polished your buggys
road in the back of the wagon
See these hands
They are the hands that
washed your dirty laundry
ironed your clothes
wore your hand me downs
See these hands
They are the hands that
cooked your meals
served your dinners
ate your leftovers
See these hands
They are the hands that
scrubbed your floors
polished your silver
never owned anything
See these hands
They are the hands that
made your nation
built your cities
lived in your slums
See these hands
They are the hands that
were forced to the back of the bus
unwelcomed in your lunchrooms
kept out of your schools
See these hands
They are the hands that
have done it all
from the very beginning
getting credit for none
See these hands
They are the hands that
have lived a thousand years
shed a million tears
cried for its lost young
See these hands
They are the hands that
were so busy doing for you
never having the time for us
and almost losing itself
See these hands
They are the hands that
must grab onto today
step out with pride
and finally begin to live
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