Some of the changers
Came here in chains.
To be worked without pay
To be bought and sold
As flesh without brains.
After centuries of slavery
And a war between their pale-skin brothers
The chains were broken.
The bronze-skins were told
They were free as all others.
But even after a hundred years of freedom
They search in the streets
In the courts, in the faces
Of their pale-skin countrymen
To this day
For that precious gift
That cannot be given by man
Only taken away.