There's no monument, there's no stone here to see him, He's buried beneath a lot of parked cars, now, and pavement. Lord he would not give a word up on his men.īut he took that noose and he took it with honor, They hung Gabriel down at Broad and 15th Street, Who took to the swamps as they imprisoned his men.įlagged a boat whose captain was a Methodist preacher,īut a traitor slave turned him in in the end. The militias' let loose to hunt Gabriel Prosser, On the night of August thirtieth one could see nor stand. They say the sky seemed seized with rain and lightning, Their owner was Mosby, and neighbor of him. Pharaoh and Tom ratted out Gabriel Prosser, You're the coward of all and for all you must bleed. You're a coward if you own men for profit and greed, With a white flag on the Capital, all blacks they would rise.Īll whites spared, would lose but an arm. Nothing like this could happen to their carefree black men.īut think about freedom, now think about slavery.īlacks armed themselves with muskets and homemade bayonets. Well the whites they knew nothing, never seen what could hit 'em, While others took the city and freed the convicts. Some would burn the Capital to distract residents and masters, Gabriel's men gathered as their owners they slept. It was on an August night just North of Richmond, Virginia, My conscience says he's the one that history missed. Now does anyone know the name Gabriel Prosser? Haunted by the hymns and wailing of his fellow slaves. Voted general at twenty-four in the year of eighteen-hundred, Mister Prosser's Gabriel was smart as he was strong,Ī head of keloid scars and a mind of knowing right and wrong. Virginia whites got nervous and hired more militias,Īs blacks inspired, plotted and passed on their plans. Slaves refused to submit and took the right of all men. Nine years before, down in Santo Domingo, Tobacco soil gone bad deferred a movement for the blacks. Up and down the James River, Pamunky and Appomattox, The Caribbean uprising caught fire in this land. If you listen closely you'll hear the words perfect, A blacksmith by trade up at Brookfield Plantation,Ī Henrico County slave born of owner Thomas.
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