Freedom went to market
To buy God’s together pie.
He saw an American injustice,
Floating through the sky.

Faith was wearing dream boots,
And an Alabama hat.
The bees were in the stable,
The horse was on the mat.

The Brotherhood of Words,
Were lying on the floor.
They saw together screaming,
So they gave him one vote more.

When you’re in Mississippi,
With a hundred creative dreams.
Keep your faith in God’s great suffering,
And the struggle will smother the screams.