26 July 2012
A quaint and quite country house, Hides secrets, of dark skin and light. They sit and they eat fried country mouse, As they wait out the perilous night.
They hope to escape from slavery, From whips, and chains, and tears. So they travel, with only bravery, For there cries just fell on deaf ears.
Some people, the kindest, of black skin or white, Decide it is time for a change, So they give them a rest, and give them a light, To find thier home on the range.
A family of 5, an orphan, a mum, All gather in one house today. For there fears are rumbling, (so are there tums!) They let thier minds wander, astray...
What will it be like, where no slaves exist? Will they be treated the same? Will their babies be safe, in the north's rainy mist? In the south, will the slavery be tamed?
Thier nervous and anxious for freedom to come, For libraty to claim it's dim lot. There ready to march to thier own little drum, And for justice, for freedom, they fought.
While they sit, oh, how anxious they feel, The home owners quietly sit. For they provide clothes and a bed and a meal, For nothing but justice's wit.
The journey ahead will be long and be hard, And the home owners hope for the best, But until it is morning, there is no green card, So the best they can do is rest.
Quaint And Quite • Opuss № I