Wind Of The Human Spirit... (Part Two)

i came to America on a slave ship, to work their fields in the sun. and the earth i plowed gave up the bones, of the ones they'd killed to make their home. i hung from their trees in the moonlight, as they drank with chests that swelled. i signed the Emancipation Proclamation, with the blood of the Civil War... and when each had finished their task, mine had just begun. i felt the bomb at Hiroshima, and became a nuclear ghost. i swallowed napalm in Viet Nam, while they protested on Kennedy's grave. i was with Martin on the balcony, and with Bobby on the floor... and when each had finished their task, mine had just begun. i died for the rights of unions, was buried with coal miners unnamed. i picked fruit with illegal immigrants, slept on the floor of southern jails. i lived and died on factory floors, stood in line when they sold my job. i packed my belongings on the old truck, the day the bank took our farm.... and when each had finished their task, mine had just begun.