Free to ride the wings of the wind distantly where it all begins . To the shores of the Motherland Where civilization first began . . . on that day. Son of ADAM, Daughter of EVE Africa's children thou wast conceived . . . Culture depleted, lives unfurled To the old existence of the alleged new world . . . on that day. For three hundred years the days do run To seek the day the deed was done To all dark children young and old Lynched and beaten to reveal their souls . .
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