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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This land of ours was given away for coins Every man was sold,hair to toe and groin This land of ours for folly was lost Our land our land,taken by force. The big fish that floats threw men up on our land Red hairy men with knife and gun in hand They faught us bit by bit and won us one by one Some came with crosses,believe in their God or fight againt their gun Their God was stronger and their guns brought more death With their God they bought our culture and their guns killed our tradition They claimed the God they know owns the earth And for Him they have come to take our homes our land our nation They were gods cos their skin was white They made us slaves and took our all and our light We were deprived of the better life,to white we were stain They brought laws and rules,their god said the blacks were created to be slaves They weakened our faith and pounded our soul They destroyed our beliefs and broke our pillars and our bones They took our everything and and bounded us with chains They took our freedom and told us we were vain Blessed are the men who had fought till now Blessed are the heroes who had bought our freedom with their lives Great men who travelled on thorns and broken bottles to bring back our crown They gave their all and blood as bribe How sweeter can our redemption song be? True freedom is when a black man is king Things fell apart (Sighs in releif) ''at last''
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