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Cry My Beloved Country
Cry my beloved country... See mothers sorrowed with loneliness  Weeping the son slaved to exist  While masters sit crowned on a scarlet coloured beast Conquering and to conquer with deceit     See the land we plough dry and barren  Giving birth to thorns and thistles of injustice and conned democracy  Silencing freedom of speech  Denying children to eat of their father's struggles bread  While masters drink of our sweat milk and honey     See our streams in turbulence flow tears of anguish  Cried in silence of heart betrayed by the ballot,  Made captive by the hand that promised to feed Peace in freedom of unity     See our dreams in the thickest of darkness  Haunted by nightmares of doom Failing young hearts  Wandering empty streets barefooted and blistered  Fighting handicapped to exist      See tomorrow of a generation I beget,  Poverty laden streets rotten of incurable diseases,  Bullets and bombs sounding the master's pride  Sucking innocent blood strength of their existence  Till all that's left is tears we cry.
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