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Gete Basilio Poem
I know that
I broke your heart
You felt a useless
Women in the earth
Because I was careless
I know that you
Loved me unselfishly
I proudly owned you,
Your feeling selfishly
But there was no point
To block my phone number
Your heart from the craving desire
That your memory will freshly remember
There was no point to ignore
That we belong to each other
The right couple, pretty image
Formed when we are together
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Gete Basilio Poem
Oh, you African!
Of cocoa skin and black-haired
Like your judgments
You African!
The lamb in the elections
Son of the people, wandering in the dying neighborhoods
With your sweet and spoken worldly pretentions
Hiding your ties, leaning of lions
Uou African, black as the charcoal
Of heart as the darkness
looks at the White! look at the glitter!
but you left the moodle
Ignored the guides, the witchcraft
And infiltrated yourself in the Avé Mariah
Becoming despaganized Christian
why did you lie to us? Why?
Why did you hide yourself, why?
Why did you steal our wills?
You are not lamb, You are black wolf
We are already sinners to burn
This hell and the upcoming
And the flames of worms, dead alive
Ah! Revered Beloved Black
Heavy are your sins both hidden as revealed
that they rise with the clamour
Of the pregnant women, the virgins and the young men
Without bread, water, without light
And you there in your sublime throne glittering
But only a king has his throne, Jesus the Narazeth
And this is not thou, black brother
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I'm an African son
From my mother's womb
I brought the colour of chocolate
To be the son of soil
All strong, all articulate
Born skilled, born the best
And proud of being black
As the night full of stars
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Sanctified and holly day
All mankind happily rejoice
Browsing the bible the whole day
Bowing down to God with praise
Another day is on the corner
Thundering sweet temptations
Humans are crying for divine protection
Diligently watching and waiting
A trumpet to solemnly blow
Yes, here is our salvation
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