Chains Of St. James

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In 1831… Under a hot sun. Sugar and slaves… Were bound as one. It was always known… Not to be undone. Owned by a throne… And ruled by a gun. But in old St James… On a cold Christmas day. This would change… In every way. To the souls… Who fought & prayed. You broke these old chains… On that day. Led by a cross… The slaves without a cost. Armed with rage… They rose up day. They set fires ablaze… For each to say. Be on your way… Be free this day. For 11 days… They all defied. Then they paid… With 500 lives. To the souls… Who fought & prayed. You broke these old chains… On that day. And their leader… A Baptist preacher. On that day… Was hung… in Montego Bay. To the souls… Who fought & prayed. You broke these old chains… On that day. We know today… This was not in silent pain. You did not die… Did not die in vain. By 1834… A new law was made. There will be no more… Chains in St James. No more… No more chains in St James.