West Indian
As the waves roll in and lash upon the rocks
Is like in the slightest cool breeze I could hear
And with out fear , a distant voice saying to
to be hold something greater than me.
Yes in this place I will plant my seed because
This soil is blessed with three unseen spirits and will grow after toil of sweat, blood
and tears and my generations will come to know me.
A man of distinction, yes I am a West Indian !
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