Freedom Summer
The mean~hearted are watching fro the Just
seeking the occasion to destroy them
Foxtail grows
Steamboats make their
way down the Mississippi
Nineteen~Hundred and Sixty~four
youth and idealism
were what nurtured
the idea
Everyone in this society
should have the
ability to vote
Years have passed since
that time called
Freedom Summer
Haunted by the shame of mistreatment
meandering direction
in the enforcement
of voter rights law
We can evoke the
passions of yesterday
The sweet taste of Liberty
experienced on the streets
must be defended
with the decree of
Justice for all
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