But On Judgment Day

 But on Judgment Day

 

That we shall never be scared of dying,

Or tired of living,

That we may dance; dine; and wine,

That we may feel our pockets with dime,

But on judgement day,

Something else will matter,

That our bent backs,

Which sweat in the mine and field,

That our hands,

Lifting bales and ware,

That our feet,

Bearing the weight and strain,

That on judgement day all will matter,

That we shall look up,

To a Lord not as beasts,

That our knees will be bended,

As our eyes behold a magnificent bounty,

That our frenzied hearts,

Will beat with joy,

That there will be a celebratory ensemble,

Of Brown; White; and Black,

That on judgement day everything will matter,

That an upright back is criminal,

That raised eyes are insurbordinate,

That folded limbs are ungrateful,

That as long as it is Black,

It is insufferable,

But on judgement day,

We found our liberties.