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Ballad Of The Oppressed
I do not fear one that bleeds like me My death is certain, we are born and raised to leave It is my name that shall live when my shadow runs to flee It is my child that shall rise to walk my land as free My enemy looks me in my eyes and tells me lies he tells me, we are peaceful, but I can hear my people cry This is my land, so please my oppressor tell me why Tell me why, I should not resist until I die Tell me why, I am evil when I ask for my rights Why I should stay peaceful, and live among imprisoned minds Tell me why, the genocide on my child, is called fighting crime and when they cheer over a dead body, I should not cry I cry for all that seek freedom, and are killed from the sky There is no bravery in a coward, only in a lion on the mountain top There is no martyrdom, for one that murders an innocent child Oh you, who holds my life in your hands How dare you tell me, with what God I should stand God labelled me your brother? But my brother, you are my oppressor and the thief of my land It is you that deprived me of the pride that my ancestors had It is you, that stole my history and taught me to kiss my murderers hand You made me sing songs to praise the cause of my death You say this land belongs to me too, but my name is not on the map
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