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Dannie Baldwin Why must the poor
Be oppressed
Like the day's sun
That never rests
Struggling, true
To and fro
Just to exist
How long?
No one knows.
Like a grain of sand
That is a glass
Over and over
Time comes to pass
Repeating itself
Some are told
Through the eyes
Of the wise and old.
On our feet
We shall stand
To give thy neighbor
A guiding hand
Through the darkness
Into the light
Til the oppressors
Lose their sight
For life's a gift
From God above
Who has mercy
And understanding
Love.
