When The People Are Free Poem by Austin Wheeler

When the American colonists are free,
To the utmost humanly degree,
And are pulled from Mum's sour teat,
We will rise to our own bare feet.
And when we American colonists are free,
Our powers will fuel happiness, you'll see.

When these bound slaves are finally set free,
After generations of bloody brutality,
By men who were raised to hate, you'll find,
That we African-Americans as people will shine
As equals, so don't treat us like nameless vultures,
Because with freedom, we reveal to you our culture.

When the cultures flow as one race to be free,
And strange colors dont make one an alien banshee,
Maybe then we can return to our starting,
Before Wall Street and political parties.
Before tyranny and democracy.
These silent beggars of change do decree;
That when the people are all free,
Can anything else also be?