Our country tis of thee,
A land once slave and free,
Of thee we sing.
Land where the white man’s pride
Soared while black men died,
From every mountain side
Let freedom ring!

Our native country thee
Land where all are not yet free,
Thy name we love.
We love thy hopes and thrills
But not the hate which kills,
Our heart with purpose fills,
To realize love.

Let wailing shake the trees
And summon from the seas
Sweet freedom’s song.
Let laggard souls awake,
Let all who breathe claim a stake
And bigotry’s dominion break,
After too long.

Our Parents’ land to thee
Crucible of Liberty,
To thee we sing
Soon may our land be bright,
With Freedom’s radiant light
Showing us how we all might,
Make freedom ring!

This poem is an homage to W E B Dubois and to the history of Americans of African ancestry.  One month cannot adequately celebrate “black history” because it is American history and something we all should know and where appropriate honor. The past is prologue. We, the people, have had our share of victories and our share of defeats. When we come together and dedicate ourselves to the best of our heritage, everyone wins.

© 2012, Larry Conley. All rights reserved.

Larry Conley (36 Posts)

I am a veteran of the U. S. Army. My good fortune is to be married to a wonderful woman and have two remarkable twin sons who are making their way in the world. I taught civics in a Pittsburgh area middle school. I am a cat and dog lover.

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