Old John Brown’s body lies moldering in the grave,
While weep the sons of bondage whom he ventured all to save;
But tho he lost his life while struggling for the slave,
His soul is marching on.

This one’s for a buddy, who in exchange for this piece is going to help the wife and I clear out some of our woods. Which is kind of fitting, as I’m of the opinion that trade is the opposite of slavery.

This is also a fitting submission to this week’s Illustration Friday: Repair. As in, how long until the individuals, families, and communities broken by the ongoing repercussions of slavery and the Civil War be repaired? Probably never. Too much hurt to go around, I guess.