Brotherhood Bass and Black

His voice was loved,his colour not Only the former him fame brought Summa cum laude in study and sport His origins drew him up socially short Jim Crow laws were the sinister wedge Which left him at his country's edge His nation's shame burned deeply within Denying forgiveness for his darkness of skin He longed for the time when men would be equal His involvement with communism delivered the sequel At a time when McCarthy sought to unmask the red So many suffered paroxysms of dread. In 1929 after his London show he set out for home late It was then there occurred a miracle of fate Singing rang out sweet and crystal clear Voices of Welsh miners singing songs to them dear Amazed by their power in their penniless plight He became their brother in arms that very night Colour was not what bound him to them But the poverty to which politics the lower classes condemn So there was born a rich and mutual harmony Between a star and a proud but poor army They both knew the the sting of imposed misfortune Refusing to give up their independence of tune He bestrode the world like a black Colossus Until he was pulled down by destructive bosses Who would brook no challenge to their status But his example lives on to fully elate us This man ,Paul Robeson,a tower among men Met persecution with stout acumen He stands out as our beacon of light For all the victims who fought the good fight.