A Warrior's Reason
This land is the purchase of our sweat
The commodity of our blood
The legacy of ancestral death
The stem that holds our bright visions bud
We shall not surrender it, or cease
To make our inheritance
Here strong, nor cower the least
From dark might and blind arrogance
This land is where our first breath was drawn
The salt that keep firm our veins
The quest of our golden dawn
The balm of borrowed grief and dark pains
Will you provoke our ire then, ignite
Our kindred wrath and freedom
That we won disdain, and spite
The progress wrought? Courage ne'er succumb
To hideous deeds, nor wane of will
To fight the wicked distaste
Of human value and waste,
For our land will not hesitate to kill
Then let God and history judge us
And absolve us if we sin
When our Maroon hearts shall win
But dare not shall we yield one shred of sacred trust!
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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