Ferguson

All of ye fallen fathers and mothers

I hear you calling from deep in your graves

Songs about Jesus songs about freedom

Shackles and crosses and the way blood behaves

Sailed the great ocean sold down the river

White fields of cotton and green fields of cane

The sweat from our bodies the tears of our children

Washed in the blood and Promised Land rain

Brother fighting brother on ground we now hallow

And sad halleluiahs the angels did sing

For commerce is buried in fields that lay fallow

The bell is too broken to let freedom ring

All the dreams of the dreamers all misbegotten

There's mammas still crying for the dying and dead

And the world rages on and the whole thing is rotten

The blood we all bleed is the same shade of red