The national leader., 1888-12-08
For the NATIONAL LEADER
<1G0D'S VENGEANCE rs CREEPING. :,
BY SOLOMON G. BROWN.

holy rod.
The North is protesting against this
great shame,
No murderers are arrested, and none
are arraigned;
Still onward they murder, untram meled
by laws,
These crimes become bolder, without
any cause.
They charge men with arson. they
charge them with rape,
No chance to disprove it, no chance
for escape;
They'll hang without mercy. without
trial or proof,
Not waiting for jurors, for witness,
nor truth.
Most all of such charges, are brought
up for spite,
To drive off some leaders who must
lily tonight;
None but these demons, have heard of
these crimes.
The pretended outraged one, is de-
ranged IN her mind.
It's strange all this outrage. occurs in
the South,
The Rapers are Negroes. with hell in
their mouths,
The white men are Angels. with power
to slay,
They need no tribunal, but have all
one way.
The justice won't know them, pre-
tends they are strange.
So none are arrested and none are ar
raigned,
He can not indlte them. without he has
proof;
Just who hung these negroes. he CAM
get the truth.
Each week as it passes, fresh victims
we see,
A CHASTITY cold body's found hung to
to some Tree,
With cards pinned upon 1t, "thls negro
has raped.
The people of Pinevllle, provided this
tape"
The Nations unable. to care for black
sons,
Her Courts are too feeble, and so are
her guns, a.
Her dark sons are bleeding, and
swinging from trees
While thousands are pleadi ng, and
mourning for these,
The Church of this Nation, why don't
it arise,
And cry from each station appeal to
the skies:
By calling for justice, demanding
what's right,
Like they did in slavery, "arise In
their might"
No tide can withstand you, though
hell may arise.
Should the North be united, and cry
to the skies,
Demand from this Nation, these MUIR
ders must cease,
That the SONS of this country, may live
here in peace.
Your millions are bowling to some
kind of God,
We ask, whom you worship. and who
is your LordP
Is your God, our Creator. the
Father Of all?
That God you have told US, that all
men must call?
We must say, ''Our Father, for all are
His sons;
Do hear your own children, for we are
all one,"
Forgive us our Father. as we do each
other
And grant US our Father. what we
give our BROTHER"
How can we as nelghbors, still worship
one LORD,
And own that Christ Jesus, as the
only true God;
How can they approach Him, and feel
He is pleased,
Yet run down our brothers, and swing
them from trees?
Do stop these foul murders, this lynch
Ing of men,
God hunt out these wretches, and
purge our fair land;
mdhO up lhlSO ACOt1llS0, uAlLO OECl
where,
Let Christians, while greeting, discuss
this affair.
There are millions of Mortimer, whose
voice must be heard,
Loyal Southern Christians, who honor
Gods Word;
And Western brave farmers, who be-
lIeye In what's right,
With Eastern May6owers, who in
justice delight.
Then cry from your pulpits, your
alters, and stand
How can you now falter. and not take
handI
For mercy and justice, for law and for
right,
Arrest these masked demons, who
travel by night.
Your pulpits are silent. your priests
are tied down,
The Southern church members, have
blood on their gown
They sit i'll their places, pretending to
pray,
With long pious faces, How Holy are
theyr