Wednesday, April 7, 2010


They have cried their faces dry
Against their will,uprooted from their homes
On big ships they sailed far away
Never to see home again
Made a new home they did
Freedom they lacked
Escaping a fantasy they dare not try

Generations believed in silence
Of the heart and soul
Baring the burden of a slave
Is all they had ever known
Their offspring goods for trade
What insolence if they dared protest
Their captors displayed arrogance

They said we would never succeed
We were inferior, born to serve
A race of meek, simple minded people
Boy - how I wish they could see us now
Teachers, doctors, clergy, entrepreneurs
The list is endless and shall continue to grow
We as a people will never ever again concede

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