Freedom

This mule ain't from Moscow
 This mule ain't from the South
 But this mule has some learnin'
 Mostly mouth-to-mouth
 This mule could be called stubborn and lazy
 But in a clever sorta' way this mule could be workin',
 waitin' and learnin' and plannin'
 For a sacred kind of day
 A day when burnin' sticks and crosses is not mere
 child's play
 But a madman in his most incandescent bloom
 Whose lover's soul is imperfection and is most lustrous
 groom.
 So, stand fast there young mule
 Soothe in contemplation
 That burning whole and aching thigh
 Your stubbornness is ever living
 And cool anxiety is about to die
 Freedom for your daddy
 Freedom for your momma
 Freedom for your brothers and sisters
 But no freedom for me
 Freedom for your daddy's daddy
 Freedom for your momma's momma
 Freedom for your brothers and sisters
 But no freedom for me
 Freedom for your daddy's daddy
 Freedom for your momma's momma
 Freedom for your brothers and sisters
 But no freedom for me