| A GOD WHO CAN'T SEE |
| I was abducted from Eden, an innocent soul, crossed seas and centuries, chained and cold; My mother was raped and beaten to death, my father's a mule, and my sister is kept. How can a people praise God that they’re free, even brag about freedom, and still look upon me? I was chained to this land, this “Land of the free;” They’re either out of their minds, or praise a God who can’t see. Eric L. Wattree, Sr. |
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| IN GOD WE TRUST |