Harriet*

Mamma Moses
We all thanks ye
Trips and trips
You runned up North.

Grabbing captives
Pressed for freedom
Letting dignity come forth.

Common name
You hardly had one.
Chattels simply come
When hailed.
Or the Whip is
Quick to follow.

Jesus Lord, you
Knows the shame here
Made a criminal
Mocked and nailed.

Harriet…that’s the
Name she took last.
Leading from the
Shouts and hounds.

Freedom Land well
Worth the risking.
Many times she made the rounds.