Hush Your Tears 1
...for anything more than what was owed to his people. He wanted them to be as equals, never wanting more, just equal. Why did he want for them so much? He walked and looked funny, had a funny color about him and he was from such a dreadful place back then lord. A place where the others spat on his people; a place where his children couldn’t play with their children, a place where their people couldn’t work as equals to his people and a place where his people couldn’t even drink from the same fountain as their people. Why lord? Why did he love them so much and why didn’t he ever think that at the end of the day, do they ever think about me? Why did he want for them like only you could? Why did he fight for them to have a voice? Why did he have such a relaxing and soothing way about him Lord? Why when the little black children in the poorest ghettos of that hateful place would run up to him and yell his name lord would he smile back at them with a grin that could fill the Grand Canyon with happiness? Why when the weary and tired would reach for a hand to dry their eyes would he grab them and say “Hush your tears, lay your head on my shoulder.” I bet if he would have been given the choice between his people and all the riches of the world that he’d be the poorest man in Mississippi; but at the end of the day he would still have that smile of all smiles grinning across his face. Lord he loved those folks of his so much and he was so hurt when it happened lord; You know what happened. When he came home lord to that wife that had scorned him and those li...