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Switch to Forum Live View It's Time To Sing An Old Song!
8 years ago  ::  Jul 24, 2010 - 9:14PM #1
Posts: 7,548

One day there won't be a need for anthems and folklores and the blues and country music and poems.  But that day has not come [yet], so, we keep creating words to help us cope.

Racial anger and resentment, struggle and pain, happiness and gain, jim-crow, gun-packin mama's and papa's, Lincoln, JFK, riches and poverty, living and dying, laughing and crying, these are a few of the reasons we utter the things on our hearts.

This week the issue of race is being discussed all over the Country.  Nothing has changed since this old song was first performed. 

Dialogue on the issue of discrimination and lack of understanding comes in the form of a flash flood and stops a few days after great pain to some un-suspecting soul.  But, a song is forever. 

Now, because a white college student refused to sing this song (because he doesn't like the title); a black professor wants to take the word black or negro from it.  This song has about four or five titles. 

We are again in [silly season].


The Black National Anthem


Lift every voice and sing,
'Til earth and heaven ring,
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise
High as the listening skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on 'til victory is won.


Stony the road we trod,
Bitter the chast'ning rod,
Felt in the days when hope unborn had died;
Yet with a steady beat,
Have not our weary feet
Come to the place for which our fathers sighed?
We have come over a way that with tears has been watered,
We have come, treading our path through the blood of the slaughtered,
Out from the gloomy past,
'Til now we stand at last
Where the white gleam of our bright star is cast.


God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest, our hearts drunk with the wine of the world, we forget Thee;
Shadowed beneath Thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.

          by James Weldon Johnson


In honor of Mrs. Shirley Sherrod.






"Death and life [are] in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof."Proverbs 18:21
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8 years ago  ::  Jul 25, 2010 - 8:03PM #2
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Taking away the last drop of praise seems to be the popular thing to do.  [Cashing in by scratching out] one of the titles given to [A] poem/song all the while hoping that those who long to be the eraser will become the consummer.

Lift Every Voice And Sing!

"Death and life [are] in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof."Proverbs 18:21
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