Sad when sarcasm is the only voice of reason.
A Phyllis Wheatley poem. (Wheatley was a famous poet and slave who spoke of being saved from Africa)
Twas mercy brought me from my Pagan land,
Taught my benighted soul to understand
That there’s a God, that there’s a Saviour too:
Once I redemption neither sought nor knew.
Some view our sable race with scornful eye,
“Their colour is a diabolic dye.”
Remember, Christians, Negroes, black as Cain,
May be refin’d, and join th’ angelic train.