IT WAS AN EARWORM
A MELODY
THAT PLAYED OFTEN IN HIS HEAD
IT WORE AWAY AT HIS HEART
LIKE WATER DRIPPING ON A ROCK
IT WAS A LAMENT
SPEAKING OF SEPARATION
AND LOSS
IT WAS A LAMENT
SUNG BY SLAVES
CHAINED IN THE HOLD
0F THE SHIP
HE KNEW WHAT THE SONG MEANT
THOUGH HE COULDN’T UNDERSTAND THE WORDS
IT WAS A LAMENT
A PENTATONIC LAMENT
IT APPEALED
TO THE CELT IN HIM
IF THEY COULD FEEL SUCH DEEP EMOTION
ARE THEY MUCH DIFFERENT FROM ME
DO THEY NOT BLEED WHEN HURT
AND CRY WHEN SAD
ARE THEY NOT WORTHY OF DIGNITY
RATHER THAN COWERING
FROM WHIPS
AND THE POINT OF A GUN
IS THERE SOME SUPERIORITY
THAT BEING CHRISTIAN
ALLOWS ME TO ENSLAVE PAGANS
DID CHRIST NOT DIE FOR THEM TOO
IT TOOK AWHILE
LIKE WATER DRIPPING ON A ROCK
BUT FINALLY GRACE BROKE THROUGH
AMAZING GRACE
AND SO HE WROTE THE SONG
AND GRAFTED IT
TO THE LAMENT
IT STARTED
BY BEING NICE TO THE SLAVES
IN HIS CARE
BETTER FOOD AND SANITATION
IT ENDED WITH ABOLISHMENT
OF SLAVERY
BUT THE NEED FOR GRACE
AMAZING GRACE
CONTINUES
FRANK A VOLLMER
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