Ten toes
I thought the storm is over
I thought freedom was finally free
Yet with time the pictures of our realities are still far from peace
The hunters keep hunting my Soil
They hate me but they love my resources
I thought we live in a civilised era
What happens to a free man
Or is torment compulsory or a wage
Of disobedience
Too long our hero’s are Been suppressed deprived and killed
This are the examples of a true reality
Realities of the third world class
Is sad that this are part of
The things that can never change
Not until we stand
Ten toes.
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