A man named Sam Sharpe, he answered Freedom's call.
A preacher bold, with fire in his eyes,
He saw the chains of slavery, a cruel disguise.
The whip cracked loud, the sun beat down with force,
But Sam Sharpe's spirit, it knew its course.
He taught his brethren, the worth of every soul,
And whispered dreams of justice, to make them whole.
With words of hope, he ignited every heart,
A burning flame, that would tear the system apart.
He led the rebellion, on a Christmas Day,
A righteous fight, to wash the chains away.
Though blood was spilled, and lives were lost in vain,
Sam Sharpe's legacy, it would forever remain.
A symbol of courage, a martyr for the cause,
He showed the world, what freedom truly was.
Now echoes whisper, on the wind's gentle breeze,
Of Sam Sharpe's spirit, and the will to seize
The right to stand tall, and claim one's rightful place,
A legacy of hope, for all the human race.