O, sorrowful night!
O, restless morn!
The spirit of racism
Carries its seventy horns.
An atmosphere of peaceful destruction
Is a growing tree
That was planted by
A hand filled with dust.
The Windy City,
The land of the lake.
A beautiful creature
Whose heart is tainted with ugliness.
God opposes the proud,
And the proud opposes God.
For what can come out of a powerful man
Who despises the humble?
America,
Come all ye that hear.
For six servants of Satan
Have covered themselves in white robes.
You have heard,
“White is the color of perfection.
And black is the color of pure evil”.
But, be ye careful
To put God’s creation
Into a system that expels the poor!
I say to you,
That the right to life
Is never reflective of perceiving
The color of skin,
Rather the condition of the heart.
For we are all one in Christ Jesus!
The Living Message of Christ 