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There was a brave, A sage of his age, And there was rhythm. Men United in the hunt, Women united in the spiritual sounds of songs of the Shaman, And ships from the east, Came with the Glory of God, And between gunsmoke and gangrene, Destroyed scenes of queens and kings, And reaped heaps of unfulfilled dreams, Busting at seems of disaster, Cry the Beloved Country, My master, is it truly that my father Ham, Saw Noah Naked, Cause my great, great, great, grandfather fought off dreams of death to endure. And ensure that I would spend my life in this struggle. There was a brave, A sage of his age, And there was rhythm, And ships came to the horn of riches adorned, And raped a land of many a man, And built liberty on the shackles of freedom, Cry the beloved country, There was a brave, A sage of his age, And there was rhythm, And ships came to the horn of riches adorned, And raped a land of many a man, And built liberty on the shackles of freedom, Cry the Beloved Country, But there was rhythm, Among mothers’, mothers’ , sisters and brothers, There was rhythm I tell you, And they prayed for my daughter to know a better day, Every day in this struggle, I pray for my daughter to know a better day, Where her soul is free, and she can be a light unto the nations, Perspiration surrounds me, on this gethsemene mountain, Where day after day, I watch my manhood muffled by the sound of bitterness, Cry the Beloved Country, But I tell you, there is Rhythm, And so I say cry, my beloved country, For the day of judgment is upon us, And renaissance awaits, I don’t care what mountain tries to destroy my sight, My daughter will know a better day, White supremacy, mental illness, multiple sclerosis, Myopic minions of monstrous greed driven savages, Ravaging urban centers and fatherless widows, Like Caleb, spoke to the sun, I will not run, God gave me this mountain, And my daughter will know a better day, Cry my beloved country, Cry not tears of sorrow, Cry not tears of lament, But cry the sound of triumph, For we will not stop, Until every thought has become captive to the sound of liberation, And all nations, bow to righteous sensations, Celebrations’ elations, and dancing to the rhythm of the Savanna, And I will not stop, We will not stop, We must not stop, There are braves, Sages of this age, And there is rhythm. Amen.
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