lawd god tell me     it ain’t all for naught

tell me         john not loving me 

ain’t the end of harriet’s travels

he got caroline     now

and me I got to keep moving

moses  is     old    lonely         and     loveless

heart burning like a bush

fire no amount of freedmen can stomp out

but harriet  tubman 

can’t let a man’s 

turn coat love

keep her feet         grounded

I got to keep leading folks out of whips and rape and long hours

in the fields or in the kitchen sweating for white hands

john is as much the past

as southern chains

and sides love ain’t free

if it’s sold

as quick as

a man can twiddle

his fingers

or retire

       his ax