There is no resurrection until you walk by the pain of CalvaryAnd catch a glimpse, in the sunlight, of the lynching treeCrosses and lynching, lynching and crossesCrosses lynching, lynching crossesThreads of the same tortureShaped by empiresAnd loved with eagles and arrowsMyths of superiorityAnd fearful of bodies kissed by nature’s sun. This is where the bluesAnd … More America’s Gospel