Black Men
Swift gusts of hollow night wind clatter by,
Tonight the earth is leper-pale and still;
The moon lies like a tombstone in the sky.
Three black men sway upon a lonely hill.
The pain has withered from each tortured face.
Soon earth will hide them with a mother's care.
But never God's great mercy can erase
A bitter scorn for those who hung them there.
Tonight the earth is leper-pale and still;
The moon lies like a tombstone in the sky.
Three black men sway upon a lonely hill.
The pain has withered from each tortured face.
Soon earth will hide them with a mother's care.
But never God's great mercy can erase
A bitter scorn for those who hung them there.
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