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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required How long will this suffrage last? Painting the dark picture of a darkened past. My people are supposed to be blessed, But we are cursed in this foreign land. My people are supposed to be royalty, Yet we are slaves. The seed is supposed to grow higher and higher, But yet it withers away like a dry flower. Just accept it, that the curse is with us, How long will this suffrage last? If only God’s commandments were kept, There would be no ignorance or plague, No death or lost identities, No religion or slaves. There wouldn’t be another Egypt that would take us far away from the motherland. How long can we survive the curse? Will it be forever and ever? Will our beautiful queens continue to receive pain While baby daddies are the ones to blame? How about the separation of our families causing broken homes? Is it the curse of our ancestor’s blame? How long will we rely on this oppressive nation? The king over us that has no regard of our struggle. Their nation became unstoppable, They rose higher and higher. But my people plundered lower and lower since the days of old, from slavery to civil rights, And all them stories untold. We are the tail but not the head, We fought for our rights but we still are not equals. How long will this curse last? When will the shouts cry, “Free at last!” This is the curse, A curse where God has shamed us, From generation to generation, Leaving our enemies blameless, While they steal everything we own And make it their possession. Our people are the creators, Yet it is unknown. Almost four hundred years the plagues has risen like a swarm of locusts Devouring the blessing because of our scattered nation. We were like the stars in the sky shining, Until our numbers dwindled from the slaughter of the beast’s wrath. If only the ancestors stayed obedient and humble, Maybe our lives would be a blessing. We would be living with silver and gold, But instead we were uprooted from the land that was promised. My brothers and sisters wake up! We are living in a curse. From poverty to persecution, Watching death catch more bodies. Repent and renew your mind and spirit, Follow His commandments until you reach further, Back to the motherland that is soon to be promised. Get out of your ways and you will be covered. If not, you will continue living the curse.
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