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The Coal Burner's Lament: 2
08/30/11(Tue)04:14 No.4908382"O, could I turn life's pendulum backwards a few short years I would not bear this cross today, nor shed these bitter tears".
"My baby would be white as snow, and sleep upon my breast Like a little fledgling robin that slumbers in its nest.
While now, O God, my mongrel child just whimpers through the night Till in my sleepless dreams I scream, not white, O God, not white!"
And so I stagger through my days far from God's love and grace, Till now, I know, no black man lives, can take a white man's place.
My offspring shall be mongrel bred, their hue-skin shall remain, For even God with all his power, cannot remove the stain.
I sold my birthright for a mess, I mixed my white-born blood With black blood, so I languish here like one bogged down in mud.
Though God may grant a pardon, I never can retrace My footsteps down life's narrow road, back to the white man's race.
So now I groan, "It might have been", had racial pride been mine. Today I'd hug a pure white child, and call him half divine.
I'd lift him up before the world, and praise his father's name, While now, my baby's mongrel face, reminds me of my shame. |